| Eazy:
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| What you want is an unexpected approach,
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| that may delay a suspects awareness of your presence,
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| until you have a chance to assist the situation you are confronted.
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| Approach to danger, don’t move;
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| it’s hard to predict what will happen next.
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| (Oh shit, he has a gun!) drop the gun
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| you could’ve prevented a tragedy.
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| Ren:
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| You can approach, but the danger-light is blinking,
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| a self-desctruct button is activated when I’m thinking.
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| This is a tribulation, the weakened judge,
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| the prophecy was fulfilled cause I never budge.
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| I took up the tools, crucifixion was the extreme,
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| they’re seeing doubles of me, but it wasn’t a dream.
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| One vision was of life, the other was death,
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| Then I didn’t give a fuck if death took your last breath.
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| So you burn in my pit that I call hell,
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| where you got send because your shit don’t sell.
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| My twenty-twenty was blurry from the smoke,
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| of the niggaz that I burned and tormented but I didn’t choke.
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| I started doing 'em, I kept on doing 'em,
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| do 'em for shoot 'em up till that nigga Ren was booing 'em.
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| And my presence to the suckers was of a stranger,
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| but fuck it, they can approach to the danger.
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| Eazy:
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| If you can be seen, you can be hit.
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| If you can be hit, you can be killed.
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| (He's on the line! Shoot him!)
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| Dre:
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| Fatal approach to danger, just to remain a strangeler,
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| outrun, the shot of a gun with a ganger.
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| Murder in the first degree, but it’s worse to be,
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| a dead motherfucker or a nigga in custody.
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| With everybody thinking of death I kept working,
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| to be one of the last niggaz left.
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| So many people looking for hope, they’re broke,
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| without checking the fingerprints on the motherfuckers’throat.
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| A heart of steal can reveil the real nigga in me,
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| so figuring to see the D-E-A-D
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| bodies like a nigga’s straight walking in a cemetary,
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| so it’s very necesarry to carry ammunition for niggaz wishing,
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| but they better take caution, before Dre goes off,
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| and starts killing motherfuckers,
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| just in order to change the anger for the real nigga,
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| when I approach to danger
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| Approach the motherfucking danger,
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| Come back to hell and send me some time… (this is it y’all)
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| Eazy:
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| Final approach to danger, death, destruction around every corner,
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| another dead body and you wanna keep running.
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| But even the rain turns black,
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| all you can do is stay alert to try to say out of the search-light.
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| No prison, nobody makes bail,
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| everybody gotta go but see, it ain’t no jail.
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| Think about death, taking your last breath,
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| heart beating like a motherfucker like there ain’t no time left.
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| For so many ways to stay up, I gotta get mine,
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| even though they wanna make a crime.
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| Yo, I’m being real, a better or latter in the beginning,
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| because it will release the fucking police.
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| Fuck 'em, I approach to danger,
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| cause I don’t give a fuck if somebody gotta get fucked up.
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| So you might as well kiss your ass goodbye,
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| cause in the long run… (we'll all die) |