[mc ren]

In case you didn't know my flows grows for sure

I'm makin sure you niggaz don't try me no mo'

Weak shit you talkin and i'm surprised it's sellin

Ruthless self niggaz full of felon's who the fuck you tellin

Braggin bout money where that shit be at

After videos all that shit we never see that

Bitches with big asses blunts and big cars

Shot callin niggaz pissy drunk in them tittie bars

Ren assasinatin, all of these

Wack ass rappin niggaz that say they sellin keys

And fuckin hoes and smokin a million blunts a day

Shooting a hundred niggaz and saying he walked away without a scratch

Some rambo shit side a head

Livin with yo' mama talkin bout a hundred grand

Nigga please, who the fuck you think you talkin to

Real niggaz comin after you, we after you



[chorus 2x]

You fake ass ballers who we talkin to

(we comin) lyin on records bout what you do

(we comin) the shit y'all doin is played out and through

(we comin) you come with that shit we come after you



[ice cube]

It's the don daddy with the villain, who you killin

Oh we hate em, come verbatim with this cap peelin

Top billin, make a million

Paparazzi, chase us through the tunnel in the maserati

Now they got me on hard copy didn't have to shoot versace

Yet you still wanna watch me

Motherfuckers wait they whole fuckin life and aday

Hopin that we can reunite n.w.a.

All purpose, try to serve us, gettin nervous, mo' murders

Shit can just turn into the service

Standin over the carcass

You look like the kind of nigga that'd press charges

We the largest, we the biggest, we the niggaz, with the attitudes

Wee longitude you latitude, have some gratitude

To the niggaz that started this shit

Been around forever bitch, we smart at this shit

Don mega.. mc ren.. ren, ren!



[chorus]



[mc ren]

I make the planet groove nigga mo' than bet

Yo' bitch tied up phoning home like e.t.

So kick in that fifty grand

Before you find body parts nigga in japan

A motherfuckin lyricist nigga top cop

I'm makin hits with yo bitch ass talkin bout

That same old shoot em out i'm smokin fifty blunts

That's why yo' shit ain't comin out for like fifty months

Ain't nobody tryin to hear your nigga outdated

Your wack ass quit tellin niggaz that you made it

I'm never faded like a ghost villain disappear

Buy some shit to resurrect my dick the next year

Ninety eight ninety nine to the earthquake

How much garbage these mothefuckers go and make

You better shake, fuck that here i come strong

Best believe ren will rock the shit all night long

(best believe) we out



[chorus] - 2x


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