experience, so you know it's gonna be some mega shit, so who is that       (KM.G)    KM.G will never be a trick    Step up to the mic like a baller then I pimp this gift    That only I possess    I illustrated that way to get the shit off my chest    I'm ghetto raise to amaze the crowd, it's quite simple    Km.G has degrees from Unity of South Central    I'm a graduate and it's all legit    From the pimping, the ballin' and all that good shit    I have the mega balls in which I speak in a slang    While I'm peeking it wit the G's from the Ruthless gang    Ain't nuttin change but the weather like I said before    'Cause I'm living like hustlers and I'm checking galore    Yo, I have to give it up to the D.O.C.    A Ruthless brother who's down wit the KM.G    So all hail to the niggas that's turning it out    And maybe then, I'll take the gun barrel out of your mouth       Knowledge from one generation to another, perserve    and then transmitted, get it, done the Ruthless way,    You know what I'm saying, so what's up Dre       (Dr. Dre)    Now I'm a swinger, I'm not a muthafuking singer    But I bringa melody that always seems to ring a    Bell as well, let's make it so you can tell    Yo, it's coming from Compton where the ballers dwell    'Cause I'm Dre, the muthafuking doctor causing propaganda    When I'm on the mic, I demand a    Little bit of time to express myself    From ?(cedian)? wax, kicking the facts and it's like that    A nigga wit a muthafuking attitude    You know the deal, kicking some real shit    And if a sucker ever thinks he can get some    Yo, step off, I'm kicking lyrics for the deaf and the dumb    But any occasion, getting the bitches wit the mega persuasion    Then my dick starts top make an invasion    But, yo, I can't go on    Because this is the end of my part on the last song       Real G from the streets, villianous when he speaks    For all you busters who can't deal, give it up for real       (MC Ren)    Now when you see me, you're ducking and slipping, yo, then you fell   down    You fucked up and finally figured who was the cell down    Pulling the pulls, crotching the bull    The weak muthafuker was smelling like shit so I guess that they're full    Of it, and I love it when I dress like a crook    Wit a "I don't give a fuck" look    The villian was something nuff like a hero    Jacking all the niggas wit beef, off of relief, I mean the zeros    The rest of the 100% was sent to do what I say    NWA and ATL and we don't play    The DOC is doing it, oh, so correctly    See, I broke it down for the ones who try to check me    But I can't be check 'cause I'm the checker    When you see a nigga wreck believe that I'm the wrecker    The right and for the fight and the left will attend    We're doing wrong, MC Ren is on the last song       From a genius to temporary insanity, the ganster's dream    The bitches fanasty, Ruthless, so now we've come to the payoff       (Eazy-E)    One muthafuking two muthafuking three    It's the hip-hop thugster Eazy-E    So I grab the mic and then I clear my throat    First nigga kicking lyrics in a straightcoat    It's Eazy for me to come off like this    So you can kiss my ass where the sun rays miss    Or just give me the pussy and I'll be straight    And if you don't, fuck it, I'll masterbate    (We wanta fuck you Eazy) yea, you bitches scream    Now bow down and praise the lord for the wing ding    I got skill to deal and run game on bitches    You can tell that I'm sick by the triple sixes    I hear voices in my head for what reason    But when the talking stops (pow) it's drive by season    So back the fuck off and give me respect    Now they're shipping me off 'cause Eazy played wit a half deck       Criminal in his thoughts, murderous in his lyrics    The notorious Cold       (Cold 187um)    187um, you know I gotta have it    Now being above the law is an everyday habit    If you think I drop some pimp shit, I ain't    Perhaps I'll say a couple rhymes to make the bitches faint    Now everybody wants to chill, ill    And bill, now what the fuck is the deal    You need a nigga like me to get the shit going    187um has got the ultimate flowing    Now it's time for me to go off like a maniac    Run up for cover 'cause I'm on the ?(adidnac)?    An untouchable player rolled up into one mind    87 reasons why fools staying in line    'Cause I ain't the average nigga behind the trigger    I lay and spray anything in my way    'Cause I'm a balls player for the streets of South Central    Beleive what you want but soon you'll eventually see    That ATL is straight to mega    Don't be surprise 'cause we played ya like Sega    And these bodies keep dropping, you see me keep moving on    Peace, I'm outta here 'cause this is the last song       Shout outs