MC Ren

MC Ren - Forget What Ya Heard lyrics

Always carryin' a Mack 10, know what I'm sayin'

Ren is the G that you don't wanna get wit'

Always carryin' a Mack 10 know what I'm sayin'

Ren is the G that you don't wanna get wit'

In '94 you know it's on, you can forget what you heard

I'm droppin' funny bombs like as if I was bird

I steal gangster boogie if I gets my boogie on

Put my finger in my chrome, keeps them get into my domes

Tellin' me to shoot, all these fools that I hear

talkin' gossip in my ear, you know I hear it every year

yeah they still talkin' like some tricks

Mad cause another brother tryin' to get rich

I see you tellin' people, yo 'Ren is gonna fall

But I think you and your crew had too much of the 8 ball

it's a trip, cause I think you didn't know who's that

breakin' play more, I ain't got no time for a hoe

Now the kid that you're claimin', yo you're very quick to claim

But to me it's just my kid, and he gotta another name

And people wanna know what's the word?

So peep it out, you can't forget what you heard...

You can't forget what ya heard, what ya heard

You can't forget what ya heard, what ya heard

You can't forget what ya heard, what ya heard

You can't forget what ya heard, what ya heard

people give me looks like they wanna try and thump

Thinkin' Ren is just a chump, in the trunk I got the punk

Shoot them in the crowd, I shoot them fools up in they back

leave my homies in the shack, started dippin' in the lack

Some fools rolled up and said the truce was dead

Train said what's up, tried to bust them in the head

And it's on, everybody get to you close

Train just did some dirt so we gotta do a ghost

get back to the hood, sip the 40 on the way

Cause the homies from the neighborhood I'm from don't play

And you still wanna know what's the word

So peep it out, you can't forget what you heard...

He say, she say, who really give what they say?

Screamin' out that mayday, you know it's goin' my way

fools can't believe that I'm so much of a G

Cause I don't let stanky hoes sit up under me

like your fools out there y'all swear y'all can scrap

Get beat down that you wanna try to rap

Sprung on the hoodrats, smokin' all your weed

messin' with the trick that you really don't need

The click, my homies from the clique pimps hoes

Rich, J-Rocc, my homey Bone and Jubee Lows

Them fools can't even say a word

Cause you know I don't really give the fuck about what you heard...

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