Lyrics

Artist: MC Ren
Album:  Ruthless for Life
Song:   Who Got That Street s**t
Typed by: DENISEG25@prodigy.net

(Chorus) 2X
Nigga who the f**k got that street s**t (Compton niggas)
Nigga who the f**k got that street s**t (Park's niggas)
Nigga who the f**k got that street s**t (LA niggas)
My nigga who the f**k got that street s**t (Real niggas)

(MC Ren)
A motherf**kin fiend, before I became a teen
the villain was f**kin with b***hes instead of cones or ice cream
Niggas be killing the villain like aids with whack rhymes
these niggas don't be havin no lyrics
All they talk about is nines and chronic
The villain be doing that but I can switch up
kick some unreleased s**t nigga pick your b***h up
The villain be killin you niggas that's running with clicks
Ren be own em'
niggas be running with clicks cause they can't do it on they own lonesome
From CPT to NYC, I keeps it hot
b***hes be worshiping a nigga with shrines and parking lots.
Ten years of damage motherf**king rap god
traded in the Dayton's on the foe with 3 tripods
The villain be travelling at the speed of light, cause I might
be uniden-tah-fied if I come whack, mothef**kers late at night
Niggas be waking up forgetting the whole thing
nigga it ain't over till the hoe sing, b***h sing it
 
(Chorus) 2X
 
(MC Ren)
Ain't s**t changed, still making b***hes pussy's hot
hanging with niggas from Compton carryin big glocks
f**king em' car hops trippin off some paint and gold D'z
b***hes be happy to hold these
Hanging with rap niggas like Lez and Joe Clair
niggas from Compton multiply and seen everywhere
Making your spot hot attract the feds and protest
kidnapping b***hes and make the scene grotesque
Real niggas and b***hes niggas hanging out
CPT dwelling shots reigning out
Selling coke, hoes taking d**ks down they throat
b***h niggas coming up pissin all you find is a ransom note
New release, promotin f**king police
crooked motherf**kers hot cause I won't give em' a piece 
MC motherf**kin REN  back at cha'
niggas bit my s**t the villain ain't mad at cha'
 
(Chorus) 2X
 
(MC Ren)
A nigga sittin on the curb rats catch whip lash
same hoes when I was little, f**king niggas for cash
Now they baby mommas cause they wanted niggas with dope
stuck with stretch marks and niggas names tattered by they throat
Some on they tittys, ankles and ass
every neighborhood got these stankin tricks from the past
They be at the clubs, pussy's used up
they tiitys six feet, there stomachs lookin bruised up
Real niggas turn the light out
nigga till they child's through
These hoes today be havin niggas rob you
Just to come up, so niggas can f**k em' with cheap weed
makin motherf**kers go and drop a week seed
Thinkin they max Julie fake ass macks
all the hoes shake the spot once they smoke up your chronic sack
Who's getting played nigga you or the hoe
these b***hes be f**kin you and your doe
Niggas f**k it!
 
(Chorus) 2X