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mc ren - on my dicc lyrics

[intro:]
yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeaaaah

[verse 1: mc ren]
uhh, from the days of wayback, before demo’ street–ss-n-gg-z
where you hoes, i have to think of a way
to gain with mentality, plus make money
even fred got all the honey
bullsh-t talant shows got me ready
while my life start to review like rock steady
i’m the truth, n-gg- f-ck that b-tch
i don’t scratch, where i don’t hitch “h-ll no”
f-ck the clubs, same hoes there from ’91
i gotta bad b-tch don’t gotta beg for one
erase your vocals, find some new sh-t
cause ain’t nothin’ new what your -ss gonna spit
you’re the hardest motherf-ckin’ crypt, n-gg- you’re lyin’ and sh-t
take this d-ck don’t trip
known d-mn where they chase you out the hood
after you can toss them, you say you wish they would
we puffin’ big green, b-tch come and flockin’
on my motherf-ckin’ hotel, door they knockin’
they want some d-ck, these b-tches don’t quit
john doe is the sh-t, n-gg-…

[chorus: bigg rocc]
we reperesent that real sh-t, thug sh-t
drag you in that mud sh-t, hard times for my n-gg-z so be cold with
got aim and we so thick
givin’ motherf-ckin’ beats across the world as we drop hits
n-gg-z know that they really can’t f-ck with this
we the n-gg-z that your b-tch wanna roll with
and we the pimp n-gg-z that she wanna stroll with, she’s on my d-ck

[verse 2: bigg rocc]
i don’t give the f-ck like mike tyson
gangster sh-t i’m writtin, 12 rounds like n-gg-z fightings
uhh, throwin’ blows, dazzy and dones
by the end of the night, i’ll be sittin’ on your throne
got six million ways to kill, choose one
i might hit you with one bullet when i pull it
new to your -ss, since started to your -ss
show the way i got my blast, i’m not f-ckin’ maggot
you’re the one to be, hum with the scary n-gg-z
it was funny to me, when you squeezed that trigga at me
tryin’ to earn stripes off a fool like me
i walk upon n-gg-z, you ain’t like me
uhh, and make sure that you dead as the door kn-b
yo, b-tch n-gg-z john doe want my job
tryin’ to fill my shoes, i’ma may killer
never gave a f-ck about the snitch–ss-n-gg-…

[chorus: bigg rocc]
we reperesent that real sh-t, thug sh-t
drag you in that mud sh-t, hard times for my n-gg-z so be cold with
got aim and we so thick
givin’ motherf-ckin’ beats across the world as we drop hits
n-gg-z know that they really can’t f-ck with this
we them n-gg-z that your b-tch wanna roll with
and we the pimp n-gg-z that she wanna stroll with, she’s on my d-ck

[verse 3: chip dirty]
i feel like givin’ it up “givin’ it up”
deep in some gangster cut
blow them w-ngster dubs, like wait on no fake hoes
i shake those, like the soul shaker
i floss for all my rump shakers
now drop that -ss like it’s hot
and if ain’t with f-ckin’ then you can shake the spizzot
kick rocks, the rest hated by hoes man
i ain’t no motherf-ckin’ pimp with a h-ll plan
i’ll tell you, what you can do with all that whoopty whoop
hold heat but you scared to shoot “n-gg-”
if we was in the east i would speak on some mad heats
but n-gg- we in the west, lo-lo’s with mad beat
and switches, which is will make the rider complete “n-gg-”
candy blue paint and them tropical feet
n-gg-z know me, it’s your n-gg- dirty
speak that compton sh-t from my n-gg- you heard me…

[chorus x2: bigg rocc]
we reperesent that real sh-t, thug sh-t
drag you in that mud sh-t, hard times for my n-gg-z so be cold with
got aim and we so thick
givin’ motherf-ckin’ beats across the world as we drop hits
n-gg-z know that they really can’t f-ck with this
we the n-gg-z that your b-tch wanna roll with
and we the pimp n-gg-z that she wanna stroll with, she’s on my d-ck

[outro: bigg rocc]
d-ck, d-ck, d-ck
yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeaaaah

- mc ren lyrics

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