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MC Ren, Ice Cube / Comin' After You

Album: Ruthless For Life Durasi: 4:16

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

I'm making sure you niggas don't try me no more

Weak shit you talking and I'm surprised it's selling

Ruthless self niggas full of felon's who the fuck you telling

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 calling niggas pissy drunk in them tittie bars

Ren assasinating, all of these

Wack ass rapping niggas that say they selling keys

And pimping hoes and smoking a million blunts a day

Shooting a hundred niggas and saying he walked away

Without a scratch - some Rambo shit side a head

Living with your mama talking about a hundred grand

Nigga please, who the fuck you think you talking to

Real niggas coming after you, we after you

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

It's the Don Daddy with the Villain, who you killing

Oh we hate them, come verbatim with this cap peeling

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, more 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 Niggas, With the Attitudes

Wee longitude you latitude, have some gratitude

To the niggas that started this shit

Been around forever bitch, we smart at this shit

Don Mega. MC Ren. Ren, Ren!

I make the Planet Groove nigga more 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 motherfucking lyricist nigga top cop

I'm makin hits with yo bitch ass talking bout

That same old shoot them out I'm smokin fifty blunts

That's why your shit ain't coming out for like fifty months

Ain't nobody trying to hear your nigga outdated

Your wack ass quit tellin niggas 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

We out

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