Verse 1:

These niggas be actin' like I fucked

and didn't call 'em for weeks

Like they wantin' a nigga dick

in between they butt cheeks

they staight bitchy

Without their bleedin' and Kotexes

The villain that go to Texas

nigga got a plan full of O's and X's

What's yo' game plan?

niggas be sayin' you sabotagin' me

but yo' bitch be suckin' my dick

she be tellin me that you dodgin' me

Like Piazza a nigga gots ta,

keep my roster, with bitches slidin' home,

no lickin' yo' shit, yo' bitch is gone

Niggas be thinkin' they Makaveli,

tryin' to bring drama

soon as these niggas whoop that ass,

you talkin' Dear Mama...

but face to face, these niggas be cheesin' like Velveeta,

Lookin smoked out,

hitin mo' pipes than Peter

Stuck with broke hoes, broke ?? and ??

pussies that they be fuckin',

used up and sideways

stretck marks for days,

she about two-hun,

gotta get pissy drunk,

to fuck her and have fun



[chorus]

These niggas and hoes act the same,

can't tell em apart,

always runnin 'round

lookin for some shit to start.

These bitches run they mouth,

nigga, constantly

All in mine, nigga

All the time

It aint my fault

that yo' punk ass broke

Mad, cuz you only got

stress to smoke.

I heard that shit that you was plottin'

nigga you can try

to fuck with MC Ren,

but you must be high



Verse 2:

Niggas be high because

they workin 9 to 5

But the Villain be hibernatin'

wakin up at 5... PM

You see them niggas be bitchy because

I wont let 'em up on my team

and give 'em a title like Hakeem,

I'm peelin' caps like tangerines

Tellin' niggas I should

break 'em off chips

Get 'em in clubs free

and take 'em on trips

Free-Loadin' ass niggas

lose all they sense

when they think they gon' floss

off my expense

Niggas be goin' corner to corner

bringin' up the bill

Askin questions like the popos

tryin to see if I made a mill'

Then they take that weak shit

back to they home fo' pillow ??

She shakin' her head like you tellin the truth

but she want yo' ass to walk

What the fuck you expected?

Always bitchin' at me

when she fuckin' yo' ass,

nigga she be seein me.

Go look in the room,

a costume, fo' haloween,

of that black nigga, you know who

so you can live yo' dream



*chorus*



Verse 3:

I hear yo' ho punk bitches talkin' shit,

Tryin' to have some say

Tellin' other hoes they wouldn't

give me no time of day

Still livin with they mommy

She babysittin' while you fuckin

Gettin county cheques and money

from them niggas that you dick suckin

But nigga, why these bitches all in mine?

Why, nigga, hearin bullshit all the time?

Hoes from high school be wishin

they coulda got wit this dick

You know how they be in the car-hop clicks,

muthafuckin' tricks

Now these hoes jockin'

like all up on my style

You broke bitches,

How you like me now?

Actin' like makin' cheese is a muthafuckin' crime

If I said "drop yo' panties",

bitch you drop em in a dime



*chorus