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mc ren - deadly lyrics

(feat. bigg rocc, t-bone)

[intro: bigg rocc]
for my n-gg-s and my b-tches, what’s crackin’
it’s john doe in this mothaf-cker, what’s really goin’ on
i’m all good, we about to hit you mothaf-ckers up side the head
with that real gangster, money hungry, street sh-t
you know what i’m sayin, f-ck y’all, what’s up ren

[verse 1: mc ren]
we duck and dodge you mothaf-ckers, attack when we need to
compton still the sh-t, still up in your grill
you’re gettin’ f-cked by a legend, tell how do it feel
as i caress the mic, shoot my sperm and dice
y’all can still kiss my -ss, -ss black as the night
gay n-gg-s on the mic, is all barkin’ no bite
black revolutionary, that’s my t-tle
while these stupid n-gg-s wanna be american idols
i started this gangster sh-t
and this the mothaf-ckin’ thanks i get
the whole world ain’t sh-t, my whole catalog, is so explicit
n-gg-s never sold a million just waitin’ to diss it
john doe sh-t, rep it fully
come through, slap you and your b-tch like bully
new year coming, we gon to shoot in the air
cause mothaf-ckin’ compton n-gg-s, we just don’t care, n-gg-…

[chorus: bigg rocc]
gotta get my papers, gotta get my meals
i’ma keep the street, some sh-t that you feel
no time for that bullsh-t that’s why i keep the steel
aim for your grill with the ditches to kill

gotta get my paper, gotta get my meals
i’ma keep the street, some sh-t that you feel
no time for that bullsh-t that’s why i keep the steel
aim for your grill with the ditches to kill, n-gg-

[verse 2: bigg rocc]
i’m runnin’ these streets with no conscience n-gg-s
the work i mean, is not behind these n-gg-s
uhh, scary n-gg-s, paranoiad n-gg-s
john doe been the tight, big bike stealers
take it down, flat right like a tyre
mad at your bosses, we the n-gg-s for hire
hot sh-t, we make n-gg-s duck quick
ain’t nothin’ changed, compton n-gg-s still the bang
bout to take over, cause n-gg-s slippin’
while we hit licks, and n-gg-s straight dippin’
matter of fact we stay ready for combat
uhh, we let our gats go rat-a-tat-tat
keep you skat, b-tches stay yellin’
they’re f-ckin’ with some com-town felons
news at 11 with no clue, we shoot n-gg-s at their shoes
we beat bikinis mothaf-ckers like blues…

[chorus]

[verse 3: bigg rocc]
they say the money is the root of all evil
i say not legit, junky–ss-people
haters, like to see n-gg-s starved
put thier b-tch up, when you full they whole card
corners is gettin’ hot in california
n-gg-s return your b-tch -ss into donor
i hustle on these streets for meals
bigg rocc, john doe sh-t that you feel…

[verse 4: t-bone]
comin’ out the barrel, the tip is hollow
one neat on your chest, was this nuckle follow
lookin’ shady in the date like takin’ your sh-t
spit lead, you’ll get sprayed up and jaw get hit
t-bone in your money and it’s funny as f-ck
when i’m starvin’ and scooped all your side walk stucks
smith and wesson is loaded, and it take when i hold it
and it’s restin’ on the ground with that rag i fold it, you know…

[chorus x2]

- mc ren lyrics

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