Alwayz Into Somethin Lyrics - Efil4zaggin (niggaz4life) - Nwa

The year is 1991, N.W.A. back on the streets, yo 

Takin' out all you commercialized suckers 

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'