Artist: Dr. Dre featuring Kurupt, Lady Of
Rage, RBX, Snoop Doggy Dogg
Intro: Bushwick Bill

Yes, it is I says me
And although and all who agreeenter deleted
are more than three, cause they're we three
*laughter*
Yes, yo!, 'Cause they we, yes, yo! I'm in the house now for sure
Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men
Who knows what evil lurks within them
But lets let's take a travel down the blindside
And see what we find on this...
Path...
Called... this path called, 'Stranded on death row'

Verse One: Kurupt

Stranded on Death Row, so So duck when I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal
Niggaz know, the flow that I kick, there's no equal refill

I'm murderin murderin' niggaz, Yo, yo, and maybe because of the tone
I kicks when I grip the mic and kick shit
Niggaz niggaz can't fuck with
So remember I go hardcore, and slam
Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Dammeenter added
So any nigga that claim they bossin bossin'
What don't you bring your ass onenter deleted
over to Crenshaw and Slauson Slausson
Take a walk through the hood when hood, and we up to no good
Slangin themSlangin' on things like a real O.G. should, should

I'm stackin stackin' and mackin mackin' and packin packin' a ten so
When you're slippin, slippin', I slip the clip in
But in, but ain't no set tripppin set-trippin'
Cause'Cause it's Death Row, rollin rollin' like the mafia
Think about whoopin whoopin' some ass, butenter deleted
what the fuck stoppin ya stoppin' ya?

Ain't nathin nathin' but a buster
I'm Stranded stranded on Death Row death row for
pumpin pumpin' slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know you're outdone outdone, feel the shot gun
Feel the shotgun,Kurupt - inmate, inmate cell block one

Verse Two: RBX

No prevention from this mention lynchin' of sorts
Your'reYou're a victim, from my driveby drive by of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braile Braille

From the lunatic, I I'm death like arsenic
When I kick up a wicked raps
raps, Dr. Dre will kick hit the scratch
With treachery, my literary form will blast
And totally surpass the norm norm, not a storm
Not a storm, plural,
Plural, make it, many storms when I'm vexed
When I'm vexed,I fly leg necks and arms in this dimension
In this dimension,I'm the presenter
And and the inventor, inventor and the tormentor
Deranged, like the hillside strangler Hillside Strangler

MC mangler, tough like Wrangler
I write a rhyme, hard as concrete
Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite mesquite!
So what you wanna do
do? The narrator RBX, cell block two

Verse Three: Lady of Rage

Rage, lyrical murderer
Stranded murderer, stranded on Death Row death row
And now I'm servin servin' a lifetime sentence
There'll sentence, there'll be no repentence repentance
Since it's the life that I choose to leadenter deleted
I plead guilty
On on all counts let
Let the ball bounce where it may
It's may, it's just another clip into my AKenter added
Buck em 'em down with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress bed frame
Bed frame there'sThere's another dead pain
Layin lain with the dead, bang layin' lame put to shame, who's to blame blame?
Me, the lady Lady of Rage
On when I'm comin Rage, a woman comin' from the D-E-A-T-H D E A T H in R O W
R-O-W takin,
Takin' no shit
So shit, so flip and you're bound to get dropped
It's 187 on motherfuckers don't stop
Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate
It's Rage, from cell block eight

Verse Four: Snoop Doggy Dogg

And yo steppin Aiyyo, steppin' through the fog
And creepin and creepin' through the smog
It's the number one nigga from the hood, hood Doggy Dogg
MakinMakin' videos, now I stay in Hollywood
BustinBustin' raps for my snaps snaps, now they call me Eastwoodenter added
Dre is the doctor Dr. and my homey little nigga
Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
ShootinShootin' at the hoes with the game that I got
Sent to death row cause Death Row 'cause I wanted to makeenter deleted
a grip from servin servin' my rocksenter added
And I'm still, servin still servin' for mines, peace to my motherfuckin' homies
To my motherfuckin homies doinDoin' time
In in the pen and the county jail
MobbinMobbin' with your blues on, mad as hell
And you say yeah say, yeah, fuck the policeenter added
And all the homies on the streets is all about peace
And it's drivin drivin' the cops crazy
But ain't nuttin nuttin' but a black thing bay-bee, uhhh uh
NoUh, I'm not flaggin, flaggin', but I'm just saggin saggin'

I betcha don't wanna see the D-O D O double G
And and you can't see, the D-R see
The D R to the E
Or or my motherfuckin motherfuckin' homey D.O.C.
You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin motherfuckin' DJ
That's my homey and we call him Warren Genter added
Yeah, and you don't stop
Doggy Dogg break em 'em down with the
motherfuckin motherfuckin' Dogg Pound
That's the only way we'll beat em 'em man
We gotta smoke em, 'em, then choke em
Like 'em like the motherfuckin peter motherfuckin' Peter man
It's like three and to the two
And and two and to the one
Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's done

Outtro : Bushwick Bill

Yo, now you know the path I'm on
You on, you think you're strong, see strong
See if you can travel on
Cause 'cause only the weak, will try to speak
Those who are quiet, will always cause riots
There's three types of people in the worldenter added
Those who don't know what happened
Those who wonder what happened
And people like us from the streetsenter deleted
that MAKE make things happen!