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rappin' ron - you ain't heard shit yet lyrics

[ant diddley dog]
yeah, i hope your motherf-cking eardrums is ready for this
bad n-fluenz in the motherf-ckin’ house
finna kick some sh-t for all the n-ggas who think they be flowing
i’m about to introduce my young partner, so kick back
hit the weed, and tweek off these motherf-cking flows
spit that sh-t, rappin’ ron

[rappin’ ron]
that n-gga ron’s back, with a bomb sack
i’m either smoking or i’m signing on a contract
and you will never see me sober cause i’m always lit
and when i spit, i don’t wanna hear y’all say sh-t
cause when n-ggas talk sh-t, i tax they -ss
while they b-tch be begging for a backstage p-ss
cause the b-tches be loving it, just they way i be shoving d-ck
all down the hoes throat cause i ain’t no joke
provoke, and i’ll blow your chest open
come to oakland, so you can get your neck broken
and i’m the n-gga that’s doing the neck snapping
ripping these motherf-ckers in half just like a wet napkin
i’m up to no good in yo hood i’m walking through
you know this fool, buster, who the f-ck you think you talking to?
saying you k!ll a crew, talking bout how you peel a few caps
when all you do is steal a few raps
perhaps you should cut all the bullsh-t before you get
beat with a bullwhip and then catch a full clip
and you’ll get jumped like a gr-sshopper
and in the motherf-cking trunk i got a pump for your -ss, partner
motherf-cker, this a nine thing
you running up to rappin’ ron and catch a permanent migrane
and murdering is what the hobby is
and i’m a motherf-cking gangsta n-gga, ain’t that sh-t obvious?
boy you can’t hang, i’m deep in the game
rappin’ ron is the name, smoking bomb is the game
and every day i’m smoking it, straight out of oakland, b-tch
cussing when i’m busting, crushing that mediocre sh-t
n-gga cross the line and i’m beating those
cause they try to bust flows and they fold and they decompose
and i kick back like a big vet
so n-gga you can hit the deck but you still ain’t heard sh-t yet

[ant diddley dog]
man, told y’all motherf-ckers he was a godd-mn fool!
h-ll naw, f-cking with these young gangsta poets
coming with this lyrical–ss sh-t
my young parter rappin’ ron gonna show you y’all
motherf-ckers how it’s supposed to be done
so turn up the godd-mn zaps and bump them 15’s
cause you still ain’t heard sh-t yet

[rappin’ ron]
you ain’t heard sh-t yet, cause i’m a motherf-ckin’ vet
my style will break off and take off just like a jet
set to grab the tec, and pop in some clips
and hit the corner in the mob, let off some shots while they diss
b-tch you’d better break, k!lling is in the take
first the 8 then the 9 so you’d better get it straight
wait, n-gga stizzop, ron’s getting prizzops
and if you get disgusted you’ll get busted in your chizzops
you can’t f-ck with me, cause i’m a young g
n-gga the o is the town, the 89 is the t
that’s my turf since the birth, putting fools in a he-rs-
yeah i love to bust raps, but i gotta bust caps first
leaving punk motherf-ckers on they backs
cause when i pull my straps, all them saps just collapse
and i watch them figgety fall, cause i’m a higgedy hog
coming up out the kiggedy cut with my partner ant diddley dog
i ain’t scared, cause they unprepared
i said “flee” and the fled, i said “bleed” and they bled from the head
now they doead, they caught too many slugs
but gimme the mic and i’m ripping and rapping and rocking
and dropping them lugs
so motherf-ckers love rappin’ ron cause i’m perking up off that bomb
and i’m really not that high when i’m off that chocolate thai
so let’s go and get some dank and some drank and let’s lounge
don’t try to creep, peep a n-gga from the town
that’s down to blow up your whole f-cking block
get on my nerve when i’m perved and get served like a knot
and then catch the shot from my glock when it busts
yeah you probably be f-cking with them but n-gga but you never be f-cking
with us
so trust, that punk motherf-ckers get served
talk sh-t when i’m lit and get kicked to the curb
and punk–ss n-ggas get served quick
and your -ss needs to chill cause you still ain’t heard sh-t

[ant diddley dog]
godd-mn! this n-gga’s sick as f-ck!
check thise out, man, oooh, this n-gga ain’t even finished yet
so calm your motherf-cking -ss down, peep this last verse

[rappin’ ron]
now everybody think that i lost it
so they be running up quick but i be coming up with that raw sh-t
the one that flow, now everyone i know
i’m another motherf-cker and i’m coming from the o
to the a to the k, straight from the bay
where the n-gga slang the yey or they either snort the pay
some n-ggas be hopped out, big time and got clout
and some went to school but them fools just dropped out
so if you made it, n-gga, then i’m glad you made it
but i’m undereducated cause i never graduated
but i don’t give a f-ck about no godd-mn diploma
i’d rather grab my gat and put a n-gga in a coma
i don’t know no calculus, algebra, or geometry
but i got my gat so i know trigga-nometry
and all that school sh-t was nerve-racking
that sh-t ain’t gave me pape, that’s the reason i prefer jacking
perking off of genuine draft
the kinda n-gga that’ll put a couple in you and laugh
lend you half a motherf-cking gravesite
you can’t f-ck with the man with my hand on my guage tight
but i’m a do it like this so your crew will know
tie your leg to a car, tie the other to a pole
talk sh-t and laugh cause i got the gift of gab
hop in the car, hit the gas, watch your -ss split in half
motherf-ckers think that they stacking
i got more raps than a gift and more straps than a straightjacket
it’s just that flow sh-t, that coming up out the o sh-t
now wait for the next song so you can hear some more sh-t, b-tch

rappin’ ron in this motherf-cker, you know what i’m saying?
saying what’s up to all my potnas in east oakland, california
crazy–ssregis from 89th avenue
my potna ace, my homeboy ft
you know how we doing it, my potnas sunny and shine
just kicking it, doing this oakland type sh-t

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