MC Ren - Comin' After You lyrics

I'm makin sure you niggaz don't try me no mo'

Weak shit you talkin and I'm surprised that shits sellin

Do-for-self niggaz full of felon's who the fuck you tellin

Braggin bout money where that shit be at

After videos all that shit we never see that

Bitches with big asses blunts and big cars

Shot callin niggaz pissy drunk in them tittie bars

Ren assasinatin all of these

Wack ass rappin niggaz that say they selling keys

And pimpin hoes and smokin a million blunts a day

Shooting a hundred niggaz and saying he walked away without a scratch

Some Rambo shit inside they head

Livin with yo' mama talkin bout a hundred grand

Nigga please, who the fuck you think you talkin to

Real niggaz comin after you, we after you

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Fake ass ballers who we talkin to

(We comin) lyin on records bout what you do

(We comin) the shit y'all doin is played out and through

(We comin) you come we that shit we come after you

It's the Don Daddy with the villian, who you killin

Oh we hate em, come to bate em, with this cap peelin

Top billin, make a million

Paparazzi chase us through the tunnel when the mast are ridin

Now they got me on hard copy didn't have to shoot Versace

Yet you still wanna watch me

Motherfuckers wait they whole fuckin life and a day

Hopin that we can reunite NWA

All purpose, try to serve us, gettin nervous, mo' murders

Shit can just turn into the service

Standin over the carcass

You look like the kind of nigga that'd press charges

We the largest we the biggest, we the niggaz

With the attitudes the longitudes the latitudes

Have some gratitude

To the niggaz that started this shit

Been around forever bitch we smart at this shit

Chorus

I make the planet groove nigga mo' than BET

Yo bitch tied up phoning home like ET

So kick in that fifty grand

Before you find body parts nigga in Japan

I'm mothefuckin lyricist nigga top clout

I'm makin hits what yo bitch ass talkin bout

That same old shoot em out I'm smokin fifty blunts

That's why yo shit ain't comin out for like fifty months

Ain't nobody tryin to hear you nigga outdated

Yo wak ass quit tellin niggaz that you made it

I'm never faded like a ghost, villain dissappear

Buy some shit to resurrect my dick the next year

Ninety eight ninety nine to the earthquake

How much garbage these mothefuckers gonna make

You better shake, fuck that here I come strong

Best believe Ren will rock the shit all night long

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