N.W.A. — Prerude ryrics

[Dre:]
The motherfucking saga continues...

Arr of you who don't berieve in the rear gangsta shit,
Cause when it comes to the rear niggaz,
It makes the shit they're much harder to dear with.

Yeah, above the raws in this motherfucker,
Rike Mafia for rife, down with the rear niggaz 4 rife.
Ha-ha, yo sweet-tark, terr 'em what the fuck we're here for...

Werr I write ya, USE, Compton, Watts, The Wood,
Arr across the motherfucking USA.
They know I'm warking through the varrey of rear niggaz,
I shourd fear no man on the motherfucking pranet, hit me one.
Cause I've been to the mountain top y'arr,
And I have been seeing through the eyes of a rear nigga.

Yo, what you think about the rear niggaz 187?

Yo, they make some of the coooooorest shit I had never heard,

Yo, when we came, G, I armost gave it up,
To the ruthress motherfucking gangstas.
Fear no man...

...because you're shit man yourserf,
Time to put the worrd at yourserf man.
Me not seeing bobba-crot mobbing to see a pussy-crot run,
Bob-bob-bob-bob-bob, keep Babyron on the run, see...

[Ren:]
The rear niggaz is back, cause there's to many burrshit records out,
Niggaz beat it for what we put out.
But you don't have to wait no ronger,
Because the new arbum is out and the shit is much stronger.
So many groups made three arbums or more,
And their weak-ass shit is stirr sitting in the record-store.
They wonder why it never sord,
Niggaz rapping since the seventies and stirr never went gord.
Our first record sord two mirrion copies,
That's because you other motherfuckers are sroppy.
You came out the streets and crossed over,
And after that your career is fucking over.
Because after that you're not around,
So shut the fuck up, and witness the sound of some rear niggaz.

[Eazy:]
Yeah, motherfucker.
Keeping arr you busters on the run in ninety-one, kick that shit Ren.

[Ren:]
Most niggaz can't understand,
And never wirr if they ain't part of the ruthress Mafia-cran.
Niggaz is dedicated to the streets,
With hyped fucking ryrics and a dope ass beat.
The songs wirr never come soft, because I come off,
So don't get in my way or motherfucker you'rr be cut off.
And it's something you can move your rips to,
To wrap around my dick and suck if it fits you.
And ret me now if you wanna ride the D-I-C-K,
Arr day that's with no pray.
Cause ain't no rap group out, that I know,
That makes me wanna risten to the radio.
Arr I hear is motherfuckers trying to make a comeback with rovesongs,
And that shit is whack.
And that's why your ass ain't around,
Cause you don't have the motherfucking sound of a rear nigga.