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MC Ren lyrics - Da Villain in Black

Bitch Made Nigga Killa

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1995 and Compton's still up in this motherfucker Yeah, this album's dedicated to all you real niggaz But most of all it's dedicated to you bitch ass niggaz Who is it? The bitch made nigga killa I'm swingin' on niggaz ever time I feel 'um 'Cause niggaz walkin' 'round with they're ass out So I'll be droppin' funky shit till they pass out These bitch made niggaz swingin' on the dick Back the fuck up before I have a fit I'm peelin' niggaz caps, makin' gang of snaps Be true to this shit with hard motherfuckin' raps 187 bitch slappin' on the track Makin' fools break theyself like as if it was a jack Keep a big stick just incase I gotta swing The heater is the mack, stashed at the shack So while your rollin', date is in your force mobile Just remember motherfuckers the shit caps I peel Niggaz just a piece of cheese for a hood rat Falsin' for a hooker and I never understood that 'Cause it's the same old shit everyday and every night 'Cause nigga Ren won't put it down if the shit ain't tight So listen to the funk as I deal 'um To a bitch made nigga, i'm the bitch made nigga killa (CHORUS)(2x) You know the color the villain's in black Bitch made niggaz better watch they back You know the color the villain's in black Beatin' niggaz ass and it's like that And I'm stalkin', walkin' in my khaki suit Tryin' to see what niggaz I'm a have to shoot This ain't a bang-bang boogie like the new booty flow New niggaz tryin' to do the shit I did years ago 'Cause if it ain't rough it ain't E-motherfuckin' nuff You bitch made niggaz, here to call you're bluff Pull your ho card, like my nigga cab said Crack my big stick up against your damn head Yeah, radio suckas never play me But you can hear bitch made niggaz on daily Ren gonna have to put his foot down Motherfuckers ain't gonna like how it's put down So mic check one, whatever I don't give a damn Me be ready to slam, when I hit the jam So yell controversy when I bust a rhyme No more irresitable bitch made niggaz in '99 Black reign is coming, niggaz it's bad weather Whenever 187 and Ren get together And listen to the funk as I deal a Blow to these bitch made niggaz, I'm the bitch made nigga killa (CHORUS) Hypocrite niggaz always runnin' they mouth From the north, to the east, to the west, and south 'Cause the freaks come out at night And all bitch made niggaz be comin' 'cause you have no friends So don't come around playin' double-O 7 'Cause your ass might get caught in a two-eleven Niggaz don't call me 'less the video is poppin' Only come around when my new shit's droppin' Niggaz ain't nothin' but some hound dogs I betcha You bitch made niggaz didn't know I was the bitch catcher I'll choke ya with a grip Stranglin' motherfuckers not come correct, so don't slip Real niggaz don't die, so I'm still alive Fuckin' up shit in '94 and '95 'Cause I'm livin' like a hustler Busta, heard you was talkin' that shit so ya musta Thought it wouldn't get back to me Niggaz ya shoulda thought a million times before you tried to do me But listen to this funk as I deal a Blow to you bitch made niggaz, I'm the bitch made nigga killa You know the color, the villain's in black

When I Die

KRAYZIE BONE "Thug Mentality"
Krayzie, Fat Joe, Big Punisher, and Cuban Link:Thug Mentality 1999 Krayzie Man, what the fuck is we gonna do man? I'm tellin' you (Shit man, I can't believe this shit man The muthafuckers done killed him and y'all niggas know we got ride for this nigga right here On these ho-ass niggas) Yeah, I say we ride over there right now, nigga, what's happenin'? Nigga that's what the fuck I'm talkin' bout, nigga. Let's roll. Krayzie As we delve throu the mud and rain, trey shots of Tanq. ease the pain/ As we put to rest one of my niggas that got cut up and lost half his brain, shit ain't the same/ Niggas is dangerous buckin' like it's the thang to bust/ When I looked at my nigga fucked up I couldn't help thinkin' this could have been aimed for us/ Niggas do hate like that/ Nigga, you never know, he say a friend, but I smell foe I sit back and wait for the day niggas try to kick in my door, so I sleep with a big 4-4/ But what if I fuck up and pull it to slow? You know what they say; Gotta go, gotta go/ What if I be the one breathin' no more? Oh, well/ When I die I want all my muthafuckers to ride for me on the niggas that did me, killed me, committed my homicide/ Gather up after the funeral (Posse Up!) and pull out all the big guns/ Go throu every hood poppin' till somebody takes some/ How in the fuck can I rest in peace when I wasn't ready to die? Some I'm beggin' my niggas to get my revenge And to do it the same night that they put me under/ Now I'm gone but this thug shit gon' live on Just write on my tombstone; He was that Thuggish Ruggish Bone (He was that Thuggish Ruggish Bone) -Refrain- Murder mo, niggas gon' kill some more... (Nigga you never know when you gon' die. Say, never know when it could be you... ...that leave your house and don't come back. This shit is real, and oh so true) Fat Joe Yeah, when I die I wanna see about a hundred niggas cryin', lyin', talkin' 'bout they all love Ryan and Joey too/ You should have seen me at the funeral sportin' the top hat, tuxedo was royal blue Murder who? Nigga I died in the car chase/ Shot the place like the last scene in Scarface Now I'm in the far place chillin' in the whites of the sky/ Terror Squad to the day that died, What? Big Punisher I'm a thug, I'm a die high, O.D. off the la-la/ Niggas keep tellin' me get off that weed/ Choke I'm a keep smokin' on that thai-a/ Nigga, fuck that/ I'm a keep hittin' that {puffs} till my lung collapse What's wrong with that, you hypocrite? Just a lil' bit, you know you down with that/ It's all good in your hood, havin' laughs, puff weed to clear my cataracts/ Never thought I'd see the inside of an ambulance, but now I'm there/ Too many dead brain cells runnin' round inside my head That's why when I die my eyes were bloodshot red Cuban Link Now picture me dead still gettin' head in the coffin'; Flossin'/ Bitches fightin', cryin', tryin' to get a bigger portion/ My niggas talkin' figurin' how to get my fortune while I'm lost in space waitin' for Satan and his horsemans/ Walkin' throu fire sparkin' my lighter, cloud the sky up Rising higher and higher/ Eye to eye with my messiah/ Viya con dios/ As I cross the gates of Hell I face the Devil with a shovel and told him; Brace yourself Krayzie Reporters steady ask; Why K.B. talk about murder on all the songs? I tell 'em; Cuz I can step out that door, somebody could pop, and I'm gone Then, they wanna know I pack chrome/ For one, I'm paranoid; Smokin' to much of that weed/ What's that? I just heard a noise Get the 12 gauge, and I call my boys/ Muthafuckers is plottin' to get me/ I know when I'm dreamin' this, so that's the meaning of this/ 9 millimeter, heater, strapped with the infrared beams and shit So nigga don't trip/ Watch out! The reaper, He seem to be gettin' closer, so I'm runnin' from that muthafucker (y'all come on!) Swervin' and duckin' murder/ Pistol-grip pump/ Nigga protected by the gauge/ Mister Sawed-Off Leather Face/ Reload the clip and into the crowd I spray/ Murder, murder Mo murder, murder/ Kill, kill, kill/ Shit it's sellin' but what they ain't tellin' niggas is that it's real But they better realize before it be you in the casket, dropped/ Better get your ass a shotgun And go get a plastic glock/ Nigga don't take murder for no joke that's like slittin' your own throat But I can tell you what'll help for sure is if you bust back at them hoes... -Refrain-

The Wicketshit Will Never Die

ESHAM "Closed Casket"
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6 Here comes the voodoo what'cha gone do when my crew Back from the dead once more again Fuckin' up the flow again, fuck it here we go again Oh, not me again, last time I wrecked shit Burned down the church comin' through like the exorcist Next to this, you get put on my shit list Throw lifers get dissed you can't fuck with this Wicked wild, wicked style, I don't give a fuck I'll get buck wild I'm psycho just like Michael And I might go a little something like this, suicidalist Dangerous minds bust when I bust Digging up dust now I must, in God you trust If I add just then I add just this No justice, no peace, bloody body police Belly of da pig got me fiendin' for a cracker Jack be nimble make your body tremble Cardiac arrest for the one in the chest Then I K-I-double L T-H-E-F-E-T-U-S Yes, I'm down with N-A-T-A-S, I suggest You try but don't cry, 'cause the wicked shit'll never die Once again I ressurected niggaz unexpected A closed casket when I leaped out and blasted a basket Case brother of insanity I'm not alone Havin' fatal thoughts of puttin' a chrome to my dome Now what kinda wicked shit? This some ol' wicked shit Not so many niggaz all over devil diggin' shit Stay up off my dick, my style's sick, but I'm so sick of this Helter skelter bite my shit, it's so ridiculous I know my shit's phatter than Luther Vandross Psychic connection wanna hit me with the holy ghost Overdose, diagnose, niggaz in a comotose Once I buck, buck ya, nigga motherfuck ya Voodoo wicked child born a bastard Visions of bloody bodies bein' blasted Thinkin' of excuses, voices in my head mental abuses Loses my mind, thought the flatline refuses To answer, you can fess shit as you question Me and myself verses Smith and Wesson I'm that nigga with the wicked ass flow Bitch you better act like you know 'Cause the wicked shit will never die The wicked shit will never 187 Never go to heaven and fuck that reverend All day whenever and Feel like givin' up, mind starts blowin' up Some old wicked shit, once again I'm throwin' up A fit, I'm never gonna get into heaven That's why I bought me a three 57 Fuck a reverend, and God I can't trust is true So when I go to hell, better me and not you I'ma walk the bloody trail and you can follow if you want If you truly understand but my man I think you don't I'm a suicidal revital, my title's homicidal So many niggaz will die when I write my recital They don't understand that I gotta plan for the klan The area nation, white caucasian I'm sick of all the bullshit I'd rather be dead But first I better put a bullet in your head instead They said that everything I said was a lie But if you go and kill the fetus you cry But the wicked shit will never die

No Rest For The Wicked

CYPRESS HILL "Cypress Hill III - Temples of Boom"
...yo Muggs, make it rough. So many fools swingin' from my sack, Let's talk about the one who had my back! Down in the west coast, so lemme kick it To the motherfucker who calls himself wicked! No rest, no peace! No sleep, Doughboy rolling down the hill 'cause it's so steep! Jackson... lemme figure out the name, Jack 'cause you be stealing other niggaz game! But I'm the wrong nigga you wanna fuck with On my dick so hard, now ya wanna suck it! Go on the head, gobble up the nuts, Get your lips ready amp; tear this motherfucker up! Talk about Ezy, correct yourself. Cube, better step back amp; check yourself! Hmmm... let's talk about this First solo album on the east coast dick! The east coast niggaz all showed ya love, Especially the one known as King Sun! He tried to warn us niggaz aboutcha But nobody would listen, even started dissin' Two albums later, you callin' my crew, All because ya wannabe Cypress Cube! Shoulda known you couldn't hang in the alley, Good boy went to school out in the valley. Fuck it, lemme make this understood, Speakin' on mama's little Boy N Da Hood! No Vaseline, Just a rope amp; a chair amp; gasoline! Lench Mob is a friend of mine, But you talk about them niggaz from behind. You know what the Hossack(sp) is, O'Shea A motherfucking pig that don't fly straight! Where ya gonna run to Where ya gonna hide Taadow! Look at who's running outside! Natural Born Bullshitta! Lemme hitcha With a dose of reality when I get witcha! Your homie... Put a pipe on the cover, even though you don't smoke Buddha! Let me take you down under on a plane Where everybody was going insane! Took a look at the Real one, AFRO COMB! Next morning you didn't have yours on. How many ways will you bite my shit Wouldja wet me or start throwing up a set Caution, when you enter the zone, Never used to bang 'til you heard the microphone! I got Cube melting in a Tray, Pulling up his card amp; fucking up his good day! Unoriginal rap veteran... The nigga who say he don't steal from his friends! Don't trust that nigga named O'Shea, FUCK'IM, and send him on his way. Happy singalongs!

How We Mobb

SILKK THE SHOCKER "The Shocker"
(feat. Master P) [Master P--Talking] Haha Ungh! Once a-muthafuckin-gain, me an my nigga Silkk We gon' show y'all how we mobb No Limit for life, how we do this shit West Coast style nigga, from down South, to the muthafuckin hills Y'all niggas better recognize, y'all better fuckin recognize [Master P] I'm tru to da game, Masta P'll be da name I'm in it for the money, fuck these bitches an the fame Cuz when you broke bitches get ghost like sideways, like gold daytons rollin up the highway On my way to the town to take some cizash, an if you shizort bitch you in the bizag I got fifteen in the tank, on my way to Burbank Fist stealin 5, ready till 5, blowin dank An still tryin to make a dollar outta fifteen cents Got the Cutlass full of coffee for no evidence It's a drought but I got ice cream 16 five, everyday, all day hit me on the door knob Cuz we be ballin, bitch we be haulin, got chickens up the highway from New Orleans An y'all foo's can't stop the real deal, an when you see the Tank fool you better guard yo' grill Cuz No Limit in this to win this, an got a million soldiers ready to handle business [Chorus] 6 deep is how we mobb, an we tru (Ungh!) but we'll kill if we have to [Silkk the Shocker] Been on the block in the Bay, nigga hop by the tre Nigga stop at eight, early chop the cake, but not today cock the K, cuz these busta ass niggas know we not to play Say hello to the Richmond nigga, East Bay killa Down South thrilla, quick to fill ya, wit more shells than the sea More mail than the post office, these lyrics an dope keep me stayin up like it was coffee Now stop, pause, take a look East Bay nigga crook, seven E deuce cut Ready to buck on any nigga that steps up I be the man, understand this, skanless niggas get fucked up Number one on Billboard, bitch, y'all niggas still tryin to come up Y'all niggas soup, I'm gumbo, ready to rumble, ready to tumble Yo' girlfriend outta line, I'ma catch her like Columbo Tongue twistin like an Uzi, y'all niggas can't do me (Boo-yah, bad man) Y'all watch too many fuckin movies [Chorus]

Call It What U Want

Above The Law
[Featuring 2Pac, Money B] You've now entered the quest to, the black triangle Now you know the reason for the Black Mafia theory, hahaha Yes it has many meanings, but no matter how you define it it still comes out black See it's just a hair trim So you can call it what you want [2Pac] Now I clown around, when I hang around, with the Underground but when I'm with the Mafia we DROPPIN YA And if you're a hoe then I'll be knockin ya, baby why not You shouldn't jock me cause I'm popular The group with the glock, I love to pop the gun Coppers get shot, they shouldn't try to stop the Mafia 2Pac'll pack a person, pump the trunk I'm bumpin G-Funk, but you can call it what you want How many times I gotta tell ya, don't ignore me Either be my hoe or hit the do', you're nothin for me (see ya!) That's why I love to go on tour G Scores of whores behind the door, a nigga's naughty Now, I'm sippin on a forty So you can call it what you want just pass the blunt and kick it Money [Money B] Well, I am the danger, THE DANGER, similar to a killer I rhyme for rounds of conflicts chomp and stomp em while y'all chillin in Tokyo, check it as I choke a slow poke rapper Capped his ass faster, than a half of pound of crepes'll go on Mother's Day First and fifteenth, another way of sayin it I got new clips so trip but it's OK to get your crew Cause ooh I'll send your team to the showers They true and do and rippin and got the Wonder Twin powers I devour much venom, lunch breaks I shit em, I just stink Whaddya think, this is a threat? Just forget about it Come back, you're done black, see Cutty was the stopper But you'll call me the indo when I chop ya with the shopper Sting ya with the stinger, flex the trigger finger I blow you to bits and I be gettin a kick out of grabbin the mic and flingin lyrics with the maximum security I smoke a spliff but I'm not Jamaican, so won't you let a Yankee Doodle Doo what he hasta, raise my hand and cast a hellafied spell you can't tell you better ask a weatherman he'll sigh and reply, You shoulda stayed in the house Cause Mon is gonna rain on their parades [Cold 187um] Nowww, clear the smoke, and grab a fool by his throat And don't let him go til he holla holla billygoat Now Money Money Money B, once said to me 187 why you wanna be a G? Welllll.. I like to clock big G's, and hang out all night And never worry bout a bitch, cause she can't tell me shit Plus, money money is a pimp thang (what?) Cause see if you was in my shoes, you'd be doin the same So don't ever ever fuck with, I'm a G-er playa Cause when I'm bustin on a punk, I could never be a customer Now peep this, cause when I'm goin deep the only customers gettin served in the housssse, is the pussy I freak They wanna pop that ying-yang I tell em, Sit down, shut up bitch, and let me kick game (y'know) Cause hoes always be sayin they got it goin on but if they wanna get with a nigga like me they gotta pay a fee, I am not the No Mack Nigga, from the planet called Silk I'm from the planet Black Mafia Life, that freaks pimps Yo, come take a sip of the psycho-mega- pimpsome-hoesta-must-be-a-playa Now hold up, wait a second Nah, I fucked you bitches on the last record, yo It's like I'm high on a raggamuffin spliff Me the dope sound what a man, the myth (come) Mon they wanna see me fade shit, like I did last year So I POST on em, then I COAST on em No I never never never had a murder rap And if you snitch you say I did it you're bound to get your neck snapped So there it is, and how it's gonna be So I pass the joint, to my man KM.G [KM.G] Well you can call it what you want but if you don't I'm still a nigga with a pimp strut, ooh, a macadamia nut Ah-say what you want, I'm workin for a cha-ohh Well alright, you little silly ass hoe Now when you want to rhyme to boo and get tramped (get tramped) Give a call to the clinic, ATL's the pimp camp and see which playa, is up for the downstroke (Cause you skeez-in, cause you broke) So toast them hoes like I said before I fuck four bitches a day, and I'm lookin for more Cause cords of scores of hoes be leavin my house like, BAM, and I'm like, DAMN Now my niggaz done labelled me the dangerous neighborhood nastyman Cause they know I can When you wake up in the morning I only give ya five pushes I'll be out by your garage, awaitin behind the bushes drinkin coffee, smoove waitin to talk see like a true hoe gigolo should be See I'm a giant and the rest of them are fakers Especially when it comes to the bitches and they moneymakers A simp nigga hesitate to dish a tramp but I don't So ease back Mafioso on the corner, what you, want

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