A.W.O.L. (Escape From Death Row)

[Verse 1] Doc-tor Dre, do you remember you was broke And the whole rap industry thought ya was a joke? Me, D.O.C., and D.O.G., sat and made Lyrics to replenish your name like Gatorade But you got thirsty for the money! Punk And disrespect the three that put ya back up on it Always talkin bout, your word good as gold Wash, fold, put it out to dry, cause you lie I put that on my momma and my mate And if I'm makin this up, let my momma head lay So fool you know I'm comin on the rizzeal The way you played me, you deserve a smack to Brazil ILL, the way you played your brother Warren G You best to check yourself, next time you talk about Ea-zy ?Stip Wometn? the new Jerry Heller Dre's the company, so to me, he like Eazy Snoop D-O-G, is like the old D.O.C Puttin all work, gettin all jerked Does that make me Ice Cube of the place, Steady Mobbin While Dre (Death Row) steady robbin? Ohh And what, fool, steady squabbin? Dogg Pound givin doubled up on lumps So here you feel froggy jumps when I rear back Compact Glock forty Glock dumps BLAOW, how you like me now? But it ain't Moe Dee it's me, the X Now rated RBX, and yo If you didn't know, escape from Death Row [Hook] Remember me? Seven execution Remember me? I have no remorse Remember me? I'm high, powered Remember me? I drop bombs like Hiroshima! (RBX is A.W.O.L.) I drop bombs like Hiroshima! [2X] "And if ya don't know... and if ya... And if ya don't know, now you know, nigga" [Verse 2] I killed him too quick to fuckin think about it RBXtra, Xtra, read about it Tell me what ya thought fool, huh, what? Now I'm pissed off in all black in the cut Fool walks by, eh-heh, BOOM! Cops said I killed him but they can only assume Never found no damn murder weapon, I'm steppin X, X, the X X-con, X-ecution, X mark the spot Flip it around, and the mark gets shot And I'm gon take it out with this light it's mighty Across your face, you see the red lights Now you ain't got no face no more Bullet, rip that body, tore, collapse Then I kick the tricky raps X, Xtra, Xtra X-termination Here is the presentation Haven't you ever heard of a killer? Killer killer illa, like Magilla Gorilla illa Then deadly medly murder with a pen And you can't cross out a X, nigga Got my itchy itchy finger on the trigga BUST, bodybag, and crush Trust, flush, down the toilet In other words you ain't shit You be talkin that ill, you ain't a killa for real, really doe I know, and now I let you know (busta!) RBX is A.W.O.L., escape from Death Row [Hook]