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mc ren - who got that street shit lyrics

(chorus) 2x
n-gg- who the f-ck got that street sh-t (compton n-gg-s)
n-gg- who the f-ck got that street sh-t (park’s n-gg-s)
n-gg- who the f-ck got that street sh-t (la n-gg-s)
my n-gg- who the f-ck got that street sh-t (real n-gg-s)

(mc ren)
a motherf-ckin fiend, before i became a teen
the villain was f-ckin with b-tches instead of cones or ice cream
n-gg-s be killing the villain like aids with whack rhymes
these n-gg-s don’t be havin no lyrics
all they talk about is nines and chronic
the villain be doing that but i can switch up
kick some unreleased sh-t n-gg- pick your b-tch up
the villain be killin you n-gg-s that’s running with clicks
ren be own em’
n-gg-s be running with clicks cause they can’t do it on they own lonesome
from cpt to nyc, i keeps it hot
b-tches be worshiping a n-gg- with shrines and parking lots.
ten years of damage motherf-cking rap god
traded in the dayton’s on the foe with 3 tripods
the villain be travelling at the speed of light, cause i might
be uniden-tah-fied if i come whack, mothef-ckers late at night
n-gg-s be waking up forgetting the whole thing
n-gg- it ain’t over till the hoe sing, b-tch sing it

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(mc ren)
ain’t sh-t changed, still making b-tches p-ssy’s hot
hanging with n-gg-s from compton carryin big glocks
f-cking em’ car hops trippin off some paint and gold d’z
b-tches be happy to hold these
hanging with rap n-gg-s like lez and joe clair
n-gg-s from compton multiply and seen everywhere
making your spot hot attract the feds and protest
kidnapping b-tches and make the scene grotesque
real n-gg-s and b-tches n-gg-s hanging out
cpt dwelling shots reigning out
selling c-ke, hoes taking d-cks down they throat
b-tch n-gg-s coming up p-ssin all you find is a ransom note
new release, promotin f-cking police
crooked motherf-ckers hot cause i won’t give em’ a piece
mc motherf-ckin ren back at cha’
n-gg-s bit my sh-t the villain ain’t mad at cha’

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(mc ren)
a n-gg- sittin on the curb rats catch whip lash
same hoes when i was little, f-cking n-gg-s for cash
now they baby mommas cause they wanted n-gg-s with dope
stuck with stretch marks and n-gg-s names tattered by they throat
some on they t-ttys, ankles and -ss
every neighborhood got these stankin tricks from the past
they be at the clubs, p-ssy’s used up
they tiitys six feet, there stomachs lookin bruised up
real n-gg-s turn the light out
n-gg- till they child’s through
these hoes today be havin n-gg-s rob you
just to come up, so n-gg-s can f-ck em’ with cheap weed
makin motherf-ckers go and drop a week seed
thinkin they max julie fake -ss macks
all the hoes shake the spot once they smoke up your chronic sack
who’s getting played n-gg- you or the hoe
these b-tches be f-ckin you and your doe
n-gg-s f-ck it!

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