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mc ren – down for whatever lyrics

[verse 1: mc ren]
this for my n-gga train and my n-gga e
n-ggas way back from the cpt
this for all the homies that p-ssed away
wishing they we’re all here so they could see the day
see the kids play, se them graduate
bring them up right, make sure they act straight
it’s a cold world and time is short
got me stressing homie puffing on the new porch
sh-t is f-cked when a homie gotta go
knowing you ain’t gonna hear is voice no more
keep your eyes up n-gga don’t look down
ain’t no motherf-cking thing to see on the ground
so keep looking up, gotta be a better way
give a f-ck about what the fake preachers gotta say
street is cold, don’t give a f-ck
you f-ck around and your -ss is stuck

[hook: mc ren]
what the f-ck is the world coming to?
new world order jumps the borders
from california to florida, coast to coast
they wanna keep black and brown down the most
don’t think that this sh-t was a plan
feed you bullsh-t so you can’t understand
try to organize and pull it together
so when these fools creep we be down for whatever

[verse 2: mc ren]
why this sh-t gotta be this way?
babies getting k!lled everyday by straight
bullets is hot, system cold
lucky if your -ss ever see twenty years old
kids deposed, sleeps on the floor
motherf-ckers acting like they don’t see skid row
from (?) to executive suites
people on the street never got nothing to eat
they got their hands out, your’s in the pocket
coming up to your door, your -ss locked it
f-ck balling out the banks f-cking snakes
f-ck the government got them pumping their breaks
give us f-cked up education and sh-tty jobs
f-cked up housing, why the blowing thousand
i’m the villain n-gga telling the truth
that’s the only way i know while i’m up in the booth

[hook: mc ren]

[verse 3: mc ren]
bring your -ss in, homie ren on one
got this sh-t moving, got that fine b-tch grooving
got the police rocking back and forth with it
a lot of motherf-ckers just ain’t home get it
this for the hood up in every state
from the empire state to the golden gate
to the uk all the way to burg
this westcoast sh-t is the hardest sh-t you ever heard
gangsta party music, go ride to it
police f-ck sh-t, say you had to do it
this villain nation, n-gga be pation
all you fools now hating, quit hating
y’all f-cks with it, when the jail get it
b-tch–ss n-ggas don’t admit it
quit playing hard, stop mugging
fake–ss thuging, you we’re born with nothing

[hook: mc ren] (x2)

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