Stayin’ Alive

[Intro]
Yeah, bring it on
Dedicated to the niggas that thought I lost it
No falloffish (Stayin' alive)
Yeah, keep this thing going, stayin' alive, you beezy
Mac D-R-E, up in this bitch
Yeah, I'm out back, muthafucka
I'm out back with the dawgs

[Chorus]
You never met a nigga like me
The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G
I run with niggas that jack for fun
And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun
You never met a nigga like me
The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G
I run with niggas that jack for fun
And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun

[Verse 1]
I'm seeing studio gangstas get lost in the fame
You paper sack niggas keep crossing the game
You think life ain't nathan but a gang of bitches
You can't stop talking if you hang with snitches
You's a suckelle, nigga, quit dropping the salt
If your pimpin' ain't strong, it's not my fault
At every event, I see your face
With my name in your mouth, you must love the taste
Nigga, what the deal? Is you for real?
Playing ho games and get your cap peeled
Now hear a mac spill straight from the heart
I buy fits with the chips that I take from marks
'Cause a major part of this game is muscle
A swabbage gettin' cabbage, respect the hustle
When I ride around and 'round (Ride around and 'round)
I pull a pistol out (Pull a pistol out)
Boy, I need it big (Boy, I need it big)
Don't make me split your wig (Don't make me split your wig, nigga)
Mac D.R.E, you never met a nigga like me

[Chorus]
You never met a nigga like me
The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G
I run with niggas that jack for fun
And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun
You never met a nigga like me
The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G
I run with niggas that jack for fun
And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun

[Verse 2]
Head honcho but you can call me sancho
Creepin' with your bitch, got my dick on her tonsils
I'm at the crib with your bitch in the door
Smokin' crip, feeding goldfish to my shark
The kind of nigga that you haters hate the most
Quick to pull the trigger when a nigga play me close
West Coast, cutthoat gorilla
It gets no realer, I gets more scrilla (Ching ching)
Your nigga, big dick daddy
I get paid from a big thick patty
A Navi, a bubble, I represent the double
R, in my car, gon' give the rollers trouble
On a high speed chase on the freeway
Don't think the police want to see Dre
I'm bonafide, certified
And gon' be still jackin' when I'm 35

[Chorus]
You never met a nigga like me
The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G
I run with niggas that jack for fun
And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun
You never met a nigga like me
The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G
I run with niggas that jack for fun
And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun

[Verse 3]
All must die, and some die young
That's why I never leave the house without packing my gun
My selection for protection Desert Eagle
I'm down and dirty, never legal
I Know some people that will get you for your jewels
Them cutthoat fools, nigga, you know the rules
Caught slippin', give it up
You think i'm trippin'? I could give a fuck
Romp renegade, smokin' dank in the shade
Drinkin' Yukon Jack and lemonade
Blade? What the fuck you heard?
Your pimpin's to the curb, you're actin' like a nerd
Get your life straight, pull your self together
If your bitch want to ho up, nigga, let her
There's nothing like the feeling of a pimp with money
You better recognize, you big dummy (Dummy)

[Chorus]
You never met a nigga like me
The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G
I run with niggas that jack for fun
And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun
You never met a nigga like me
The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G
I run with niggas that jack for fun
And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun
You never met a nigga like me
The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G
I run with niggas that jack for fun
And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun
You never met a nigga like me
The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G
I run with niggas that jack for fun
And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun