"Ole School S***" as written by and Eric Wright Antoine Caraby....
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

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"Ole School S*** [*]" as written by Antoine Caraby Andre Wicker

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