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letra de prelude - n.w.a

dre:
the motherf–king saga continues…

all of you who don’t believe in the real gangsta sh-t,
cause when it comes to the real n-gg-z,
it makes the sh-t they’re much harder to deal with.

yeah, above the laws in this motherf–ker,
like mafia for life, down with the real n-gg-z 4 life.
ha-ha, yo sweet-talk, tell ’em what the f–k we’re here for…

well i write ya, use, compton, watts, the wood,
all across the motherf–king usa.
they know i’m walking through the valley of real n-gg-z,
i should fear no man on the motherf–king planet, hit me one.
cause i’ve been to the mountain top y’all,
and i have been seeing through the eyes of a real n-gg-.

yo, what you think about the real n-gg-z 187?

yo, they make some of the coooooolest sh-t i had never heard,

yo, when we came, g, i almost gave it up,
to the ruthless motherf–king gangstas.
fear no man…

…because you’re sh-t man yourself,
time to put the world at yourself man.
me not seeing bobba-clot mobbing to see a p-ssy-clot run,
bob-bob-bob-bob-bob, keep babylon on the run, see…

ren:
the real n-gg-z is back, cause there’s to many bullsh-t records out,
n-gg-z beat it for what we put out.

but you don’t have to wait no longer,
because the new alb-m is out and the sh-t is much stronger.
so many groups made three alb-ms or more,
and their weak–ss sh-t is still sitting in the record-store.
they wonder why it never sold,
n-gg-z rapping since the seventies and still never went gold.
our first record sold two million copies,
that’s because you other motherf–kers are sloppy.
you came out the streets and crossed over,
and after that your career is f–king over.
because after that you’re not around,
so shut the f–k up, and witness the sound of some real n-gg-z.

eazy:
yeah, motherf–ker.
keeping all you busters on the run in ninety-one, kick that sh-t ren.

ren:
most n-gg-z can’t understand,
and never will if they ain’t part of the ruthless mafia-clan.
n-gg-z is dedicated to the streets,
with hyped f–king lyrics and a dope -ss beat.
the songs will never come soft, because i come off,
so don’t get in my way or motherf–ker you’ll be cut off.
and it’s something you can move your lips to,
to wrap around my d-ck and suck if it fits you.
and let me now if you wanna ride the d-i-c-k,
all day that’s with no play.
cause ain’t no rap group out, that i know,
that makes me wanna listen to the radio.
all i hear is motherf–kers trying to make a comeback with lovesongs,
and that sh-t is whack.
and that’s why your -ss ain’t around,
cause you don’t have the motherf–king sound of a real n-gg-.

- n w a

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