[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 s**t you talkin and I'm surprised it's sellin
Ruthless self niggaz full of felon's who the f**k you tellin
Braggin bout money where that s**t be at
after videos all that s**t we never see that
b***hes with big asses blunts and big cars
shot callin niggaz pissy drunk in them tittie bars
Ren assasinatin all of these
wak ass niggaz that say they selling keys
And f**kin hoes and smokin a million blunts a day
shooting a hundred niggaz and saying he walked away without a scratch
Some Rambo s**t side a head
nigga what yo mamma talkin bout a hundred grand
Nigga please, who the f**k you think you talkin to
real niggaz comin after you, we after you

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Fake ass ballers who we talkin to
(We comin) lyin on records bout what you do
(We comin) the s**t y'all doin is played out and through
(We comin) you come we that s**t we come after you

[Ice Cube]
It's the Don Daddy with the peelin, who you killin
oh we hate em, come to bate em, with this cap peelin
Top billin, make a million
Paparazzi chase us through the tunnel when the mast are ridin
now they got me on hard copy didn't have to shoot Versace
Yet you still wanna watch me
Motherf**kers wait they whole f**kin life and aday
Hopin that we can reunite NWA
Always try to serve us, gettin nervous, mo' murders
s**t 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 niggaz leaden niggaz
With the attitudes the longitudes the latitudes
have some gratitude
To the niggaz that started this s**t
been around forever b***h we smarted this s**t

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[MC Ren]
I make the planet groove nigga mo' than BET
yo b***h tied up phoning home like ET
So kick in that fifty grand
before you find body parts nigga in Japan
I'm mothef**kin lyricist nigga top cop
I'm makin hits with yo b***h ass talkin bout
That same old shoot em out I'm smokin fifty blunts
that's why yo s**t ain't comin out for like fifty months
Ain't nobody tryin to hear your nigga outdated
yo wak ass quit tellin niggaz that you made it
I'm never faded like a ghost villain disappear
buy some s**t to resurrect my d**k the next year
Ninety eight ninety nine to the earthquake
how much garbage these mothef**kers go and make
You better shake, f**k that here I come strong
best believe Ren will rock the s**t all night long

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