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