Alwayz Into Somethin'

The year is 1991, N.W.A. back on the streets, yo Takin' out all you commercialized s*ckers And we on this laid back track And we doin' this, well kinda smooth So what you gonna do, Dre? Kick it and so on, let the beat flow on Because I need somethin' to go off on The one and only D R E servin' a death wish So I'ma hit you like this Early in the mornin', hop into the B E N Z I got 44 ways of gettin' paid Sittin' in my lap as I roll off the Compton blocks To scoop up Ren, I heard shots 1, 2, 3, then I see Ren Hop in the fence and with a 45 inside his hand He ran to the Benz, got in and said "Dre, I was speakin' to your girl, O'Shea'€ And as we roll on, I seen the patrol on Crip So we got ghost before they beat Me and Ren in the black C E, yo Humpin' some funky tracks by the D O C I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry, see I gotta have it, if I'm not paid thoroughly I start takin', makin' sure the money steady comin' Because I'm alwayz into somethin' I heard a dope beat, somebody told me to go through it But if Dre didn't do it, I can't flow to it N.W.A. is like a mix, a hard time And hard rhymes in the same line You're takin' a chance when you think that Talkin' under your breath won't lead to young death Takin' a life ain't nothin' but a killin' For a brother labeled as bein' a young black villain But you don't know me, a record can't tell ya How so many pray that I be just another faliure Real G's ain't about fakin' but takin' I hooked up with N.W.A. and started makin' Funky hype lyrics for your system Might sound nice so it makes you wanna listen To a sample of a ruthless organization But you don't want a confrontation Real G's don't play Yella, Eazy, me and my homeboy Dre Yo, always makin' sure that my beat is steady bumpin' Because I'm alwayz into somethin' Yo, because I'm in it for life from the beginnin', I'm stackin' Now everybody wanna jackin' I'm watchin' a softy, punk strong as coffee A brother like that best to back up off me Yo 'cuz these are the days and the times of the real G You cross me, you gettin' tossed, see And that's on the real because I'm known to get ill Again and again, so tell 'em what's up, Ren If I'm not into nothin' I don't feel like So I get my boys and we roll, yo, the goin' starts to lurk us at night Because I never can see myself sittin' in a cell With the crimers too tragic it couldn't make bail So now they gotta hold me And listen to rehabilitation over and over, sayin' they told me But I don't really care 'cuz I know my music's pumpin' Now Ren is alwayz into somethin'