Lyrics:

[Prophet]
Yeaaaah... Aftermath... D.R.E

[Verse 1: Prophet]
It ain't too much I haven't seen
Touched or been through
Always on the move so I'm sorry if I offend you
But I got million dollar deals to attend to
Time is money and I don't have a second to lend you
I am the one with the empire to run
West Coast messiah, best known for fire
Throw up your sets loc, the chronic smoke retired
No more lowriders and golden spokes on tires?
SSTOOOP! I just had to detox
Now I'm back on the block like classic Reeboks
As the beat knocks you can put it in the air
Couple of my artists beefing but I wouldn't interfere
My style is innovation, trials and tribulations
You can't rush perfection so thanks for your patience
Got on my troops, assembled in groups ready to shoot
Dressed in bulletproof khaki suits like that...

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It's like that, these cats are sick without me
When you need the medicine who they tell you to go see?
Never seen all you looking so lonely
But the Doc's office is open, prescribing you what you need
Got my patients out there waiting, the line is out the door
It's a dose of what you folks have been out there looking for...

[Verse 2: Prophet]
It ain't another nigga that can play how I play
Who else can take a longer hiatus, get shot dead
Come back and blow the scene up, sorta like Bombay
You on the road to success but you're going the wrong way
What up Mo, I'm California's own, homegrown
Light up and zone and smoke out till your brains blown
Me and Nate Dogg, on the same song
Now that's something you can definitely bank on
Tell me have you seen a, producer that's meaner
On beats I'm a beast, like Toto Riina
I had my fair share of courtroom subpoenas
Now, trying to live my life a little bit cleaner
Change is what I had to do
I used to be a ruthless nigga with a attitude
Made a lot of dough, then got senses to life on death row
I won my appeal, and drove off on three wheels, like that...

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[Verse 3: Prophet]
Compton's full of armed thieves and G's that'll do ya
So please don't let the palm trees and cool breeze fool ya
Y'all heard it first here, I've birthed the careers
Of almost every hot rapper in the past 20 years
You would think dudes happily would name a school after me
But instead they see me at events and start attacking me
But my faculty is standing right in back of me
You must like sipping food through a straw like a daiquiri
Come on, man... who you pretending to touch?
When the shit goes down, I don't gotta do much
Buck, poke a hole in him, like a stem in a dutch
We ain't tough nahhh... we just defending what's us
I got a lot to lose, the drop-tops, yachts and jewels
That's why I spot the fool, trying to stop my moves
I'm not takin' losses, I hang with bosses
That can buy anything, like fuck what the cost is
It's like that...

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