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mc ren - in the alley lyrics

in the alley

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 fiends and things
but you know it ain’t over ’till the black n-gg-
sings
and he’s singin’ the blues in holey shoes
while he’s sippin’ on brews
”cause every week he see a n-gg-‘s killed in the news
in the alley all the hard heads kick it
don’t permit the suckerz ’cause they rob the
mothaf-ckaz
n-gg-z gettin’ high and high ’till they drop
so f-cked up – they start shootin’ at the cops
old ladies complain but there ain’t sh-t they can do
i run dead in the house slap the b-tches with a shoe
i sell my dope and i ain’t ashamed to say it
’cause i got bills and mothaf-ckaz won’t pay it
in the alley – b-tches sell p-ssy real cheap
waitin’ to rob 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
sucked up ho’s with toejams in their toes
dirty -ss clothes, with boogers in their nose
roamin’, zonin’ lookin’ for d-ck to suck
walk around in a daze like they don’t give a f-ck
in the alley ..

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

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, sippin’ 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 put in work
lookin’ like a straight g – with some khaki’s and a
t-shirt
we sit at the table slappin’ 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 f-ckers get in the g and do a
driveby
take down some rivals ‘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’ set is standing right there
behind them
open up fire on the pigs now they cook
they did’nt know what hit ’em ’cause 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’
foul
tryin’ to get a name but did it all the wrong wayz
my brother c-cked the f-cker, threw his -ss in a
daze
people crowded ’round like a fly on sh-t
everybody had to stand ’cause there ain’t nowhere to
sit
this little punk he was new to the alley
he rolled 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 pitbull bite off his
d-ck
and to top it off before my brother left the scene
he emptied off his clip with the whole 15
in the alley ..

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