how can sick can one nigga be   you think im off that PCP but its Chewy!   a lot of niggas never heard of me   i said beware of me   now they scared of me   hu...i said come to my sunday service   nigga seen who the reverend was then they got nervous   the niggity nasty Jim Jones   boot ya in the head,    steal toes to the dome   poted dank, fools its your choice   niggas hate my face but they love my voice   and just like that, i make them ball and nob   kiss the hand of a true dog god   cross ya heart foo, and hope to die   cause you will die when you crucify   cause i gots frisco all sewed up   pitbulls in a bunch hidin in the cuts   cause when i say it, i mean no mercy   the frisco hitler, turnin cali to germany   im a down muthafucka when my homies call   20 rock while my dogs roll up like fog   this was a triple six verse not a triple four   and after this, im gonna give you some more      yeah and it don't stop   yeah and it won't quit   dre dog is in the house   fuck that muthafuckin bullshit      my father abandoned me, my mother couldn't handle me   thats why i made ill mater of my family   nigga you ain't shit, im the lyrical lord   ask whats up nigga, two plus four   cause when i catch you im gonna bust your dick   roll up a blunt, chewy and tai stick   i snort caine, and do cocktails   make way for the six five killa whale   that love to box and don't care if i die   with fists that will open and shut your eye   niggas hate dre dog, so i'll die one day   but reappear like the lord on easter sunday   yeah, dankers going to call me puff daddy   dippin in a caddy, pant hood a saggy   i don't play dead, i don't roll over   turn ya back and i'll break ya shoulder   a voice that will sufficate your ass like plastic   a throat that will chug a lug battery acid   im dre dog, can you tell im high?   nigga heres a shovel, dig deep into my mind   you violatin, and a blow ya a chin   and after this muthafucka i'll come again      yeah and it don't stop   yeah and it don't quit   dre dog is in the house   fuck that muthafuckin bullshit      yeah and it won't stop   yeah and it don't quit   dre dog is in the house   fuck that muthafuckin bullshit      open up the frisco gates of hell   fillmo, HP, dre, RBL   and the siccer i come, the more they run   im in a rage, off that indo and cocaine   you got my fade nigga that was my chewy   Fuck ya crew cause ya crew never knew me   and just like the world turns muthafucka that burns like mase   when dre dog is in ya face   so come nigga, but im a come quicker   finger nails will make ya call me jack the ripper   and then i'll crack yo back like a flower seed   punch you in the back of ya head and make ya eyes bleed   dre dog won't stop   cause its 187 on a muthafuckin cop   and ya stripes will get took quick, bust ya damn dick   by a reckless young black pit   indo or tai, nigga lets get high   2 to 3 blunts and watch the red eyes   plot, watch me plot   911, 415, coughnut im in a hot spot   get ya glock, and ya guage your there for me   and fortay get the rest of OCP   and all the punks will pound them   you want to hear this with a beat nigga, buy the fuckin album   but for now heres a scripture,    in the back of the bible you'll see my picture   ill mannered, RBL, fortay, its a triple team   and man im ghost and oh yeah sweet dreams