[Intro: Bushwick Bill]
    Yes, it is I says me
  And although me
  By morning three, cause they're weak
  [laughter]
  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 take a travel down the blindside
  And see what we find on this...
  Path...
  Called...
    [Verse One: Kurupt]
    Stranded on Death Row, 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 refill
  I'm murderin niggaz, Yo, and maybe because of the tone
  I kicks my grip, the mic and kick shit
  Niggaz can't fuck with
  So remember I go hardcore, and slam
  Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme
  So any nigga that claim they bossin
  What don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson
  Take a walk through the hood, and we up to no good
  Slangin on things like a real ho
  G should, I'm stackin and mackin and packin a ten so
  When you're slippin, I slip the clip in
  But ain't no steady tripppin
  Cause it's Death Row, rollin like the mafia
  Think about whoopin some ass, but what the fuck stoppin ya
  Ain't nathin but a buster
  I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumpin slugs in motherfuckers
  Now you know you're outdone
  Feel the shotgun, Korrupt inmate cell block one
    [Verse Two: RBX]
    No prevention from this mention of sorts
  Your're a victim, from my driveby of thoughts
  No extensions, all attempts are to fail
  Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braile
  From the lunatic, I death like arsenic
  When I kick up wicked raps
  That the grain will hit the scratch
  With treachery, my literary form will blast
  And totally surpass the norm
  Not a storm, plural, make it, many storms
  When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and arms
  In this dimension, I'm the presenter
  And the inventor, and the tormentor
  Deranged, like the hillside strangler
  MC mangler, tough like Wrangler
  I write a rhyme, hard as concrete
  Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite
  So what you wanna do
  The narrator RBX, cell block two
    [Verse Three: Lady of Rage]
    Rage, lyrical murderer
  Stranded on Death Row
  And now I'm servin a lifetime sentence
  There'll be no repentence
  Since it's the life that I choose to lead
  I plead guilty
  On all counts let the ball bounce where it may
  It's just another clip into my AK
  Buck em down with my underground tactics
  Facts and stacks of clips on my matress
  Bed frame there's another dead pain
  Layin lain with the shame, who's to blame
  Me, the lady of Rage
  On when I'm comin from the D-E-A-T-H in
  R-O-W takin, no 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 through the fog
  And creepin through the smog
  It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
  Makin videos, now I stay in Hollywood
  Bustin raps for my snaps now they call me Eastwood
  Dre is the doctor and my homey little nigga
  Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
  Shootin at the hoes with the game that I got
  Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a quick one servin my rocks
  And I'm still, servin for mines, peace
  To my motherfuckin homies doin time
  In the pen and the county jail
  Mobbin with your blues on, mad as hell
  And you say yeah fuck the police
  And all the homies on the streets is all about peace
  And it's drivin the cops crazy
  But ain't nuttin but a black thing bay-bee, uhhh
  No I'm not flaggin, but I'm just saggin
  I betcha don't wanna see the D-O double G
  And you can't see, the D-R to the E
  Or my motherfuckin homey D.O.C.
  You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin DJ
  That's my homey and we call him Warren G
  Yeah, and you don't stop
  Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfuckin Dogg Pound
  That's the only way we'll beat em man
  We gotta smoke em, then choke em
  Like the motherfuckin peter man
  It's like three and to the two
  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 think you're strong, see if you can travel on
  Cause only the weak, will try to speak
  Those who are quiet, will always cause riots
  There's three types of people in the world
  Those who don't know what happened
  Those who wonder what happened
  And people like us from the streets that MAKE things happen!