Hahahaha! Step right up! Step right up! Come one, come all! Come and see the masters of the puppets, the puppeteers. Watch as they amaze you with what they make the puppets do. Hahahaha! This is coming to you directly from the soul assassins. No strings attached. Hahahaha! I spark like a blunt's tip. Somethin' cavvy, make it green like Mitch. Give rap vocals dispatch. With every attempt, I had his gang shook up. When Dre cook up, every thug look up. Grana got me on tilt. Eyes bloodshot, heavy built. Lay a nigga out like Quill. Clear the guilt. I rock for rollers, from low riders to henny toasters. Cut off dead weight to keep my formulas kosher. Accept no imitations. Dre losin' his stack. As slim as chances of Michael Jackson gettin' his black fans back. My reputation's like a Tek-9. Knock out the best in the circle. Three minutes rec time. See the hand is faster than the eye can chase it. Dre, be real. Soul assassins got potential. Buttons activated. No illusion to have you caught up in the rapture. Executive decisions from the motherfuckin' puppet masters. You are the puppet. I pull your string. I make your moves. I'm the master. Causing you to do what you do. Puppet master. You are the puppet. I pull your string. I make your moves. I'm the master. Causing you to do what you do. Puppet master. You are the puppet. I pull your string. I make your moves. I'm the master. Causing you to do what you do. Puppet master. You are the puppet. I pull your string. I make your moves. I'm the master. Causing you to do what you do. Puppet master. We're pulling strings. Killing kings. Cutting off pinky rings. Seizing control of the whole gang. I took a pull from the blunt. Inhaled and blew the smoke from my lungs into the world of hip-hop civilians. Turning to soldiers by the millions. Assassins we multiply by the masses. Masters of the game. Every move you make through manipulation is the move I choose for you to take. You see what I want you to see. And you turn into whatever I want you to be. Whether it be an enemy or ally. The aftermath results in soul assassins worldwide. From coast to coast. I got soldiers on post. Injecting you with a high funk overdose. Three in a hill. Staying real. All you non-believing ass niggas. Get your cap peeled. Executive order. Make your time shorter. Get your recorder. Play it back. Puff your chronic sack. Your mind, body, and soul have been captured and taken captive. By the muthafucking puppet master. I'm the Puppet. I pull your string. I'm making moves. I'm the master. Causing you to do what you do. Puppet master. You're the puppet. I pull your string. I'm making moves. I'm the master. Causing you to do what you do. Puppet master. You're the puppet. I pull your string. I'm making moves. I'm the master. Causing you to do what you do. Puppet master. You're the puppet. I pull your string. I'm making moves. I'm the master. Causing you to do what you do. Puppet master. Puppet master. Break the puppet on the string. Break the puppet on the string. Break the puppet on the string. Puppet master. Break the puppet on the string. Break the puppet on the string. Break the puppet on the string. Break the puppet on the string. Puppet master. The Soul Assassin button has now been activated. Dr. Dre and Be Real are providing a verbal abuse. Any unauthorized duplication without the consent of my nigga Muggs may be fatal. That's right, this is coming to you directly from the hill, y'all. All rights reserved. Break the puppet on the string. Break the puppet on the string. Break the puppet on the string. Break the puppet on the string. Break the puppet on the string. Break the puppet on the string. Break the puppet on the string. You're my puppet! That's right. You're my puppet! You're my puppet! I know how!