Multiply (feat. Nate Dogg)

I've been this way and I can't stop, ah Hands on the ball and I won't drop, no Half-assed rhymes that you can't watch, no It ain't 'cause I want to, it's 'cause I got-ta Get a grip while the gettin' is good Before the game is ten percent skill and 90 percent Hollywood I don't need that, I don't believe that Everybody gon' get hurt, if I do dirt I flirt with the idea of quittin' the game Nah! I'ma evolve, continue to change It take brains, balls and backbones to get it on And keep it on, we keepin' it movin', to each his own So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it I'm just bein' real about it, X get hot nigga, forget about it Speech don't fail me now Dedicated to the enemies and friends that hold me down We back on line, we came to ride We deal, we stack, we multiply We stay on the grind until we die And back for mo', 'cause we can't get enough Above the rest, accept no less Go ahead, check the game, be my guest Somethin' brand new and heavy to get off my chest Win time after time 'til there ain't none left Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work I'm bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt Everybody and anybody who come to my party Like they ready to get rowdy and touch somebody Who's that nigga y'all came to see? ("X!") Often imitated, but cannot be ("X!") What's next? Collect respect like paychecks Straight to the bank with my bitch and have safe sex What do you believe in? I believe in Seizin' the moment, livin' and dyin' to spit with a vengeance Here for redemption, been around forever Y'all cats were just too blind to listen We back on line, we came to ride We deal, we stack, we multiply We stay on the grind until we die And back for mo', 'cause we can't get enough It ain't my fault, we keep droppin' hits And you can't spit like this, so I'm takin' yo' bitch It ain't shit changed, we gon' bang like this And I'm drinkin' this fifth, we still don't take no shit I got a sixth sense, that tells me you ain't worth six cents I'm sick with my sixth sense Whattup Doc? I'm gettin' down to business Crooked ass, the cops to the Rampart district Lose yourself in the music, move it or lose it Abuse it, let's booze it, please don't confuse it with the Next man, it's the X-Man rollin' Stand firm, solid as the ground, I'm holdin' Make mine golden, permanent state issue Stacked with the wealth that you can't take witchu Long range missile, if we got issues I'ma squeeze this shit and nobody gon' miss you I'ma keep swingin' 'til the medics come get you We busy, stay off my line, you can't get through Peep the design from the mastermind Yo Dre! Bring that shit back one more time! We back on line, we came to ride We deal, we stack, we multiply We stay on the grind until we die And back for mo', 'cause we can't get enough We back on line, we came to ride We deal, we stack, we multiply We stay on the grind until we die And back for mo', 'cause we can't get enough

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