Look at these Niggas With Attitudes (Hello) I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? (Hello) I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? (Hello) The motherfuckin world is a ghetto Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal When the smoke settle I'm just lookin' for a big yellow In six inch stilletos Dr. Dre (Hello) perculatin' keep em waitin While you sittin here hatin, yo' bitch is hyperventilatin' Hopin' that we penetratin, you gets natin' Cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin' Gangbang affiliatin, MC Ren'll have you Wildin' off a zone and a whole half a gallon (Get to dialin) 9 1 1 emergency (And you can tell 'em) It's my son he's hurtin me (And he's a felon) On parole for robbery Ain't no coppin a plea, ain't no stoppin' a G I'm in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly You handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly They call me the Don Dada Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala Wanna talk about this concrete? Nigga I'm a scholar The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible Beg a ho, let it go, dick ain't edible Nigga ain't federal, I plan shit While you hand picked motherfuckers givin up transcripts Look at these Niggas With Attitudes (Hello) I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? (Hello) I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? Villain blows up yo' spot Take yo' notebook yo' bitch and yo' Glock This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock You slapped her ass that's alarmin Cause she want my Worm like Carmen We chin check niggas, them thin check niggas Run trains on golddiggers beware these fo' niggas Scarin motherfuckers like Steven King flicks Makin' niggas clear the room like a dyke fleein' dick Makin 2nd II None shit, nigga like Quik So when I bomb first nigga who you rollin with? Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck yo' fine ass bitch Cause you could lose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle Watch niggas kiss my ass without flexin a muscle Bitches - all in the back they knees waitin to buckle Same time same channel don't change the dial Niggaz4Life, fuckin your wife, these niggas wild (Hello) I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? (Hello) I started this gangsta shit And this the muh'fuckin thanks I get? (Hello) Did I fall off? Got you in your room Rippin every "Chronic" poster on your wall off Just cause I put away the sawed off Now I got you sittin back with a smirk Listenin with your arms crossed Questionin Dre's credibility (What?) Wondering if it's still in me to produce hits Y'all be killin me As if I need to make mo' I got a mansion And six cars that are paid fo' suck my dick! (Hello) We came a long way from not givin a fuck Sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up Now we got the whole world starstruck Made a million plus and still don't give a motherfuck Motherfucker I'm Dre - I don't need your respect I don't need to make another album bitch I don't gotta do shit I do it because I want to not to stay in the game Fuck the fame, I'm still stayin the same, lil' bitch! (Hello) I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? (Hello) I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? (Hello) Look at these Niggas With Attitudes (Hello)

Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- listen Rotten' Black Cotton in God's eyes Speak Black Cotton Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's Class is in session the worst question is the first question Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave Never got paid but still we slave (In the nine tre') Answer that then answer this too- Thugs gonna get ya you know it's true life's a bitch true You best to backtrack and try to act black and live Not to be phony and positive but why be negative? What's the matter G? Black cat got your tongue Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?) Dum dum diddy it's the me? Attempt to reach each and every brother on the streets If not peace then at least let's get a piece I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased Lookin' through my highschool yearbook Reminiscin' of the tears as the years took One homie, two homie, three homies - POOF We used to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot God come save the misbegotten Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes)