Murder Was The Case soundtrack

Sam (Dre):<br>(I heard Sam was going solo) God damn, you didn`t know so,<br>well I can blast fast so freak an ill type of slow flow.<br>I`m hitting harder than Berry Boss so check the golden child,<br>throwing it to your ear-hole, got you going buck wild.<br>But truck-tracks, rhymes all day, breaking off niggaz proper,<br>did dirt, did West cause I clown coppers (yeah).<br>Do hip-hop, rap, compose `em most, I couldn`t see me,<br>mad advanced and my skills are all about the dollar bills.<br>From Pittsburgh to Cali dropping bombs like that,<br>was on the D.L. with the squad so I couldn`t hold it back.<br>Black, I regulate I buzz a big gate figure,<br>mobbing with the ill nigga, with his finger on a bigger trigger.<br>Serving all (saps), hitting sevens on the (simps),<br>making do`, eating shrimps, locing with some real pimps (yeah).<br>So peep game, best believe I love my peeps<br>that`s why I make the type of music you can pump in your jeeps<br>(that`s right).<br>So buck my sound, I put it down for the underground,<br>I got the women cause I`m slamming, jamming.<br>Got it going on this time for this new producer to rise,<br>so open your eyes, I think you better recognize.<br><br>Dre: (Sam)<br>Once again it`s the man with the masterplan,<br>they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) (2x)<br><br>Sam: (Dre)<br>I remember days on the blocks where I slang slung played punk cops<br>and mad props cause I ran with hard rocks (yeah).<br>From napalms to Uzi`s I made G`s (say what?),<br>them build up enough Luther by keys.<br>No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own to pulling capers<br>I`m a sneaky slick nigga, I never had to pull the trigger (right).<br>I mack, and on top and that I`m used to staying wicked with just 24-7,<br>you can ask my ex-hooker.<br>But now I`m on some new improved shit,<br>making hits, stacking chips, now everything`s legitimate.<br>I flipped the scrip a long time ago, on the five-o,<br>when I had to scope with this new way to make my cash flow (uhm).<br>Yes indeedy, I wasn`t greedy, got my niggaz out the gutter,<br>now they`re rolling with the Sam Sneezy.<br>Hip hop fanatic causing static in the industry,<br>these whack creators, I call `em imitators (ah yeah).<br>Been trying to see me, but see I`m unexplainetory,<br>with the fame and glory, that`s why I gotta tell my story.<br>With no disguise, a lot of niggaz despise,<br>because I`m on an uprise, so I think you better recognize.<br><br>Dre: (Sam)<br>Once again it`s the man with the masterplan,<br>they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) (2x)<br>(Think you better recognize) (2x)<br><br>Sam: (Dre)<br>Well I`m back in the mix with a bottle of hennessy,<br>so fire up a blunt let`s have an end of the sanity.<br>Crazy shot outs giving pounds to all my niggaz,<br>hitting all the hookers by the dozen, cause they dig us (trick).<br>Fuck what you`ve heard, recognize what you be seeing,<br>it`s time to earn truth to the game human being.<br>I`m that little bass nigga trying to get mine, fuck a nine,<br>cause I`ll incline with the mastermind.<br>I got my crew in my corner so I can`t loose,<br>cause I`m paying mad douze in this record biz, I don`t snooze.<br>And suckers be popping at those idiotic egosytible type of flimflam,<br>I can`t be faded Sam-am.<br>Playing with the hustlers never dealing with the knucklehead bollers,<br>cause boys play with toys and scholars play with dollars.<br>I`m a mack of my own right, plus my game is tight,<br>baby get it right, I ain`t the one, so take flight.<br>Bitches give my mad rep, nothing but the brazen off tempo,<br>thinking they can get my loot, I never trip to knock the boots.<br>I gotta be wise, when time to dip between the thies,<br>all eyes on the price, so I think you better recognize.<br><br>Dre: (Sam)<br>Once again it`s the man with the masterplan,<br>they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) (2x)<br>Once again it`s the man with the masterplan,<br>they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) (2x)