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mc ren - real talk (bonus track) lyrics

– this track was only on the c-ssette version of renincarnated

[intro]
(-mc ren and tray deee foot steps shaking up the ground-)
[tray deee] yeah, yeah, aiy y’all
[mc ren] what?
[tray deee] they said they was comin’ to get us
[mc ren] who? ha ha ha ha, where they at?
[tray deee]
come on (-gun c-cked-)
we stay ready, these n-ggas can’t f-ck with this sh-t
ha ha, y’all didn’t know me, we live, eat and breathe
sleeve this gangster sh-t, n-gga (-gun c-cked-)
and dream that sh-t

[verse 1: mc ren]
who wants, them n-ggas that be makin’ n-ggas sh-t all day
groopie n-ggas be tryin’ to come, no way
mothaf-ckin’ villain don’t play
this ain’t no f-ckin’ hip-hop parade (-gun c-cked-)
we just some n-ggas from the streets
you mothaf-ckers be talkin’ like villain won’t eat
look at your b-tch, she about to leave you to get to me
mothaf-ckin’ villain with goldie loc and tray deee, deee, deee (-gun c-cked-)
we be keepin’ these b-tches up out they distance
b-tch n-ggas be starin’ but they don’t want attempt us
compton n-ggas be actin’ crazy like eighty seven
who the mothaf-ckers?, we’re the mothaf-ckers (-gun c-cked-)
take the whole westcoast then shut down the ruckers
with mothaf-ckin’ low-riders, fast bikers and truckers (-gun shot-)
i’m the mothaf-ckin’ villain, f-ck these other fools
can’t f-ck with this, they got me p-ssed

(-3 gun shot-)

[chorus: bigg rocc]
we on the east side, where my n-ggas ride
robberies, homicides, makin’ mamas cry
they say who am i to be talkin’ this?
we just some g-ngb-ng n-ggas on that thug sh-t (-gun c-cked-)
so who you f-ckin’ with?, my n-gga tray deee
goldie loc, my n-gga ‘ren brought the three
woofin’ the cr-p out, i seen up snake eyes
and your fear in your face cause you about to die

[verse 2: tray deee]
i carried in the coast choas across america
hardheaded n-gga, never carried a derringer
i own large caliber, hard to cause a m-ssacre (-gun c-cked-)
make my heat up bang quick like abracadabra
hit you when the p-ssenger, laughin’ as we blast at ya
with more storm troopers then the battle starts galactic-a (-gun shot-)
blowin’ up your subways, stoppin’ up the tunnel
f-ck the microphone, bring your chrome to the rumble (-gun c-cked-)
turnin’ up the silver satin, bout to get bang out
right when we light it, have them put the flames out
turnin’ out the award show and sn-tchin’ your platinum
better stay up in them hollywood suites and the mansions (-gun c-cked-)
have my brain been givin’ all you n-ggas a warning
we stay out in the streets so we gonn’ get you regardless (-gun shot-)
and ain’t no way to run cause we united and stretchin’
and if you want some real sh-t, get wild with the west then (-gun c-cked-)

[chorus: bigg rocc with goldie loc]
we on the east side, where my n-ggas ride
robberies, homicides, makin’ mamas cry
they say who am i to be talkin’ this?
we just some g-ngb-ng n-ggas on that thug sh-t (-gun c-cked-)
so who you f-ckin’ with?, my n-gga tray deee
goldie loc, my n-gga ‘ren brought the three
woofin’ the cr-p out, i seen up snake eyes
and your fear in your face cause you about to die

[verse 3: goldie loc]
ha ha, speakin’ my intuition, just listen to my mack sense
tellin’ my life story, gettin’ serious with this “for real”
i got a problem with you, hate me comin’
and runnin’ with this sc-m and drum
fill you up with hollow points and get your lungs with the dump (-gun c-cked-)
we’re from the city, where the city gets sh-tty
hittin’ off brand n-ggas get filled up with fifty (-bullets sprayed-)
slugs to the back of your window
stick to the script, so your -ss won’t get hit with this (-gun c-cked-)
somebody stop me cause i’m makin’ too much noise down the runway
swervin’ cracked the sun roof, let them hear this .38 (-gun shots-)
the streets is gettin’ bigger and thicker
to be exact my n-gga, they want us out to picture (-gun c-cked-)
live it to the fullest, don’t make me expose game
close up that chapter, and clip off a little strangers (-gun shot-)
bend your back to get rain up in
take the d-ck with the gin, then turn back in the friends (-gun c-cked-)
you’re f-ckin’ b-tch n-gga

we on the east side, where my n-ggas ride
robberies, homicides, makin’ mamas cry
they say who am i to be talkin’ this?
we just some g-ngb-ng n-ggas on that thug sh-t (-gun c-cked-)
so who you f-ckin’ with?, my n-gga tray deee
goldie loc, my n-gga ‘ren brought the three
woofin’ the cr-p out, i seen up snake eyes
and your fear in your face cause you about to die (-gun c-cked-)
we on the east side

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