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    "Ole School S***" Lyrics

    N.W.A. feat. Eazy-E

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    Hey Yella
    Kick that shit
    The motherfucking year
    Of the real motherfucking G's
    And we gonna do this sh*t like this

    [Gangsta Dresta]
    Nigga eva deadly
    Ya just don't know who ya fucking with
    So I suggest get in ya sh*t and keep trucking bitch
    Before I get my gat ya pressure case
    Blast, blast I leave my gang bang laying on ya face
    I tattoo Dre name on my chest
    Cross it out just another nigga that I X-ed huh
    And you won't see R.I.P.
    You'll see P.N.D.
    A Punk nigga deceased yeah
    And the bit*h that was yours will be mine buddy
    All because ya woofed on a nigga that was nutty
    And I had to make an example
    Nigga thinks I'm crazy now but that was just a sample
    Of a nigga with street wise reality
    That don't give a fuck type Compton mentality
    I stare back death right in the face
    Contemplate my last day on and everyday base
    Cause a nigga never know when he go
    I hope it only takes one shot
    Cause I don't wanna die slow
    My funeral will be full of my peers
    People that never gave a fuck about me dropping
    Threw me tears
    I hope I'm in the casket face down
    So all you motherfuckers can kiss my black as* now
    And fuck all that crying all night
    Just be happy that I'm rid of this fucked up life
    Yeah, and now you see you can't handle me
    I give a shout to Tonel and the Ruthless Fucking Family.

    Out wit the old in with the motherfucking new
    But check dis sh*t out I got somebody for ya bitch

    Now it's about time for the Sylk to speak
    Check that ass last weak
    You off the chronic and you tweak
    Speak when I feel
    Cause I'm as real as they come
    I'm a bitch with a gun
    Never run ain't for none
    So step, step up
    If ya wanna test ya luck trick
    Sister like Sylk
    Don't really give a fuck bitch
    Punk bitches wanna step phony speak howdy doody
    I make ya self break ya self bitch you never new me
    Yours truly no longer laying in the cut
    Steady fucking shit up
    Never see me shaking my butt I strut
    Like a gangsta bit*h no not a pranksta bitch
    I'm quick to gank a bitch trick
    Peep game at this bitch as I shoot this
    Gangsta bit*h stepping rolling wit the Ruthless.

    [B.G. Knocc Out]
    The R-U-T-H-L-E double S
    Yo it's the nigga knocc out
    Claim the block so nigga whats next
    Try to step and flex and get wrecked like a mac truck
    I'm kicking, tah spittin' this funky sh*t to make a quick phat buck
    I'm dogging a dog you suckers can't talk bout tip flip I rip sh*t
    I'm stressing "Damn cause", "Pick it back up"
    Chilling up in the studio
    With the Ruthless Family
    Fuck the Death Row Posse
    Yo them fools cannot handle me
    Snoop and Andre ya come and try to fade the
    Loc'ed out, Compton, Original Baby Gangsta
    1-8-7's how we do it on the West
    Ya say ya shit is Chronic but to me it's more like stress
    Or should I say make my shit the stronic
    Tha Dogg Pound don't wanna step to the atomic dog
    D-O-T-K-N-O-Double-C-O-U-T so motherfucker come and fuck wit me.

    "Come On", "Come On"
    "This is just a little something to keep ya as* in check
    Ruthless motherfucking Family ya still in effect" [Repeat: x3]
    "This is just a little something to keep ya as* in check
    Ruthless motherfucking Family" "Kick That Shit"

    Jealousy is a motherfucker when your the man
    With the other hand I don't give a shit
    Clock a grip like no other can
    Wanna be like me be a G like me
    But I'm the nigga that made a G
    Outta the bit*h D-R Eazy
    I was the captain
    Dre was my sidekick
    Everything was cool
    Till he wanted to get what I get
    Any other real G Eazy-motherfucking-E
    Now claimin' you a G
    How does it feel to be me
    This song was submitted on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Andre Wicker, Antoine Caraby, Arlandis Hinton, David Weldon, Eric Wright, Lamar Johnson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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