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mc ren – right up my alley lyrics

oh yeah…
you know what i’m sayin’…
we peel mothaf-ckin’ cops around here…
you can’t come around here talkin’ that sh-t
you’ll get a mothaf-ckin’ bullet in your head and wind up dead
you know what i’m sayin’, i’ll send you home in a bodybag you f-g
and i’m ‘a tell you somethin’ right now –
don’t come to the alley with that bullsh-t (bullsh-t)
hey ren, who’s talkin’ sh-t?
hey n-gg- where that sh-t happenin’ at lo’?

right up my alley i see things and scenes
but you know it ain’t over ’till the black n-gg- sings
and he’s singin’ the blues and holdin’ shoes
while he’s zippin’ off booth
‘cuz every week he see a n-gg-‘s killed in the news
in the alley all the hard hits kicking
don’t permit the suckerz cuz they ride the mothaf-ckaz
n-gg-z gettin’ high and high ’till they grw-p (grow-up)
so f-cked up – they start shootin’ at the cops
so ladies complain but there ain’t sh-t they can do
or run dead in the house slap the b-tches with a shoe
i sell my dope and i ain’t ashamed to say it
cuz i got benz and mothaf-ckaz won’t pay it
in the alley – b-tches sell p-ssy real cheap
waitin’ ’round the trick when the f-cka fall asleep
b-tches 15-16 got the claps
and crabs in their p-ssy crawl around in the naps
sometime ho’s would tore jams in the toes
30 -ss cloth, with boogers in their nose
roamin’, roamin’ lookin’ for d-ck to suck
walk around in the dayz like they don’t give a f-ck
in the alley .

hey man, look at these mothaf-ckin’ basehead bases …

n-gg- you pop a gang of sh-t but ah n-gg-
where you from?

right up my alley n-gg-z trip cars that they stole
and n-gg-z outside look for wayz to get swole
takin’ turns, zippin’ on the 40 oz
poppin’ some funky sh-t by the d.o.c
i’m with my n-gg- little nation or my homey named snoop
my n-gg- dj train he hittin’ corner in de coop
pullin’ up i give him gat – axin’ if he pullin’ work
lookin’ like a straight g – with some c-ckeis and a t-shirt
we sit at the table wrappin’ bones
while the little bg’z fight with the sticks and the stones
tryin’ to get a name for the self yo but why
so all the little buckets gettin’ the g into a driveby
take down some rifles ‘cross-town
they’re back to the alley where they can’t be found
police come around and try to find ’em
but the whole f-ckin’ scene is standing right there behind them
open up fire on the pigs now they cook
they did’nt know what hit ’em cuz the n-gg-z had to get ’em
in the alley .

officers down, officers down, we need -ssistance in the alley .

you’re talkin’ sh-t but where was you n-gg-?

standin’ in the alley with my n-gg- juvinalle for a while
this n-gg- try to rush it but the fool was livin’ fall
tryin’ to get a name pretended on the wrong wayz
my brother c-ck de f-ck out to his -ss in the dayz
people crowded ’round like a fly on sh-t
everybody had to stand cuz there ain’t nowhere to sit
this little punk he was new to the alley
he grew up with some white mothaf-ckaz in the valley
now he’s on his back lookin’ up in all these faces
i bet he won’t open up his mouth in no more places
and he don’t know, he won’t go but now he has to go
my brother picked him up and started hittin’ him some more
then every n-gg- had to get a turn
to make sure that this mothaf-cka learn
n-gg-z kickin’ him – hittin’ him with bricks
check it, and my homey lit his big ball bite off his d-ck
and to top it off he pulled my brother at the scene
he emptied up his click with the whole 15
in the alley …

- mc ren lyrics

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