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MC Ren - Comin' After You lyrics
[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I'm smokin fifty blunts That's why yo' shit ain't comin out for like fifty months Ain't nobody tryin to hear your nigga outdated Your wack ass quit tellin niggaz that you made it I'm never faded like a ghost Villain disappear buy some shit to resurrect my dick the next year Ninety eight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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