Why can't I brainstorm any ideas right now? I'm thinkin of some other verses to rap about. I'm thinkin of some harsh, ominous tracks that I may use. Tell me what you think of this verse by Dre and notice what stigmatized word I've changed..
Creepin' down the back street on Deez
I got my glock cocked cuz ninjaz want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some ninja with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
ya wanna make noise, make noise
I make a phone call my ninjaz comin' like the Gotti boys
bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
with their fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker today
listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches
And got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches
Got the hollow points for the snitches
So would you just walk on by, cuz I'm too hard to lift
and no this ain't Aerosmith
ninja i'm on a ryhmin' spree, a straight G
Hop back as i pop my top ya trip
I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP (emphasis on the POP)
yeah, cuz if it don't stop
I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop
*Source - Dr. Dre
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