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MC Ren lyrics - Ruthless for Life

Nigga Called Ren

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ten years muthafucka'z, these bomb ass raps hooked up wit ant banks made the bay bridge collapse ren's rap[voice] bitches be havin claps and crabs on a day i came outta state, like a movin yay it's all about ren and banks like hoo riders muthafuckin compton niggas got them true riders industry full a shit make a nigga shake spots these muthafuckin clones bitin bone and pac fuck magazines i get five mics who the source wit all this street shit my niggas took it by force ten years ago the villain revealin a new text guaranteed legendary endorsin big checks broke off to sex real niggas dont die nigga thinkin you the shit cause ya homie lie chorus[all you bitch ass niggas wanna ride wit me knowin damn well you cant come inside wit me now the villain is back again who is it the black nigga that they call reeeeen ren's rap verse 2 bitches be havin signs readin ren come and fuck villain be meditatin have the trick feel we matin hands off controllin they minds like remotes compton niggas be shovin they dicks down them deep throats i'm compton most wanted like eight and chill fuck the radio and the bitch dianna still we dont be givin a fuck like niggas shermed up heard i was fuckin wit banks got yo ass turned up lyrically i cant be fucked wit wit a pen bitches be sayin they pussy hurt again by that nigga ren i niggafied like them do foself soldiers street niggas comin up slangin straight bolders too much dick to swallow got yo ass about to choke when i nut yo face creamy white like you sniffin coke fuck that my muthafuckin dick weighs a ton i see you bitch niggas wanna run uh, chorus; ren's rap verse 3 these niggas ridiculous makin me laugh like jamie foxx shackin wit they mommas actin like they fort knox clone niggas created them all like yakube wonderin why they gettin booed imitatin icecube cacky suits niggas permed the fuck up in eighty seven its cool in ninety seven burn the fuck up west coast full a droughts wit no clout most of yall muthafuckas dont know what yall talkin bout got niggas drinkin ya poison like jim jones villain be shippin gold in three muthafuckin time zones but the villain residin on fault lines amaeture niggas thought they could duck but caught mine right jabs and bruce lee kicks and back flips hooked up wit this nigga from the bay to stack chips big thangs reedit that shit i be the fattest black muthafucka real nigga status uh

Hood Hop

J-KWON "Hood Hop"
Ay world, this Streets 101 I'm finna give you a head for pound of J-Kwon And a quarter burn of Track Boy Music Hey hey hey hey hey Now all my life, I been livin dirty And I'ma keep it dirty until I'm gone dirty So where you at dirty where you at dirty Where they at dirty Where they at dirty This the new improved hoop hop I make ev'ry mu'fukka in this bitch, do the wop Dirty run his mouth til the album drop Why's that Trak Boy beats like a free brick of Caine on the block I'm 17 name ain't the same on the block And bet I'll knock the nigga out his frame on the block And he'll come through and let it rain on the block And all they gots to say is its a shame on the block I'm hot homeboy, don't ever get it twisted Numbers unlisted stayed in third district, for real I'm ready to get naughty, best of both worlds so Hey Shawty Show me the party, and I'll show you the coke I can show you my dick you can show me your throat If a nigga trip, then we can show him the '4 If a niggas run up to you we can show him some mo' [Chorus] Now I wish a nigga would run up like that Man i put that on the hood I'mma strike back And niggas talk shit but i don't like that Sayin all like Gee but I ain't write that And maybe mamma's man ain't about shit Basically what i'm sayin dude fuck a bitch And if I had two i'd touch a bitch In the same breath, turn around and touch a clit And nigga if i said it, then i fuckin meant it And nigga if it's rented i ain't fuckin in it Track boys give me money so i fuckin spend it Ya'll rollin the spreewell but not the authentics And fuck your fuckin '4 and your roof clown I got shit that'll turn your fuckin coupe round You ain't heard i'm the truth now By the fact, hook gonna break it down [Chorus] Dawg It's a missile, how we drop one single Left the game now the whole world miss me Freak this bitch like homegirl missy Like I'm sellin liquer got the whole world tipsy Sick and tired of old g's tryin to gip me Goin put a lumpin in this shit like a hicky All i say is to them dudes come get me Watch a patch of prone cause i' like a gypsy Funny how I can't loc in public, smoke in public Girl even choke in public, Got dough so that's why i'm so republic Cops hit the door, i start actin sobre in public I had a set they actin like i had a briccamore So you got snitched on by the cona-whore Show us or show her ass what these guns are for Or let the priest show her mom what these nuns are for [Chorus]

Cash Still Rules / Scary Hours

WU-TANG CLAN "Wu-Tang Forever"
[Raekwon] Shake them niggaz Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields She's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggaz to Queens, Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known tone A Wally kingpin, who also slam and strike edition Whattup, Corleone smoke the bone Tone phone me Whattup he tried to slang there, address him with chrome only Grady with the gray beard, transport for him Rockin Nike at Rastafarianburg, pipin that Switchin Benzes, ten carat nigga with gold lenses Frontin like he's sittin on a lump he's sittin on junk You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies Names arraigned, the century fox, little glocks Them niggaz with stocks, wail on your blocks Rich lifestyle, small like an ordinary white child But right now, Son is still shine, shed light now Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plate Spencer for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer He's a slave cop, behave pop Blue suits who bay stop us blow that cat at the Purple Haze spot [Method Man] I remember stickin fiends at the one-six-ooh when we was starvin, duckin five-oh, payin em dues Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in We warrin and cage dodgin, rippin and robbin Got the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron That's somethin niggaz can't pardon City overrun by young gun with bad intention, and Wu-Wear garment So I see no need to mention, the potency of a sting from a killa bee, kickin the battery out the back of them wisecracks Distorted for your get high you hijack These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine This the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime Keep these niggaz on the run, peep my Clan emblem Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's comin from Catch us swimmin with these sharks now, you rap villains (I feel the same way you niggaz feelin) We feel the same way you feelin, let it be known (let it be known) [*together*] What the blood clot you niggaz dealin, you crash dummies Cash rules, still don't nuttin move but the money [Ghostface] Aiyyo strongarm that kid right there with wavy hair Billy Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times Square Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight Summer eighty-eight, started a fight, that can't wait Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marsey Blazin that Tad Rossi, up in the Marquis He lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses Had him on the porch, ass no trousers This souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff Same kid cryin on the stand with Judge Cuffner Kissed him with art num it's three to nine style Before he left he flashin his face like Denzel Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin his whip Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater His safe butt was all fucked up, as he had me laughin God you see how he was laid out, in the grass with dirt in his mouth, Slim woke him up told him he wild out Blood leakin from his teeth he smiled like he gunned out Big bolo, stackin his shit financed a Volvo He copped his shit from a small, coffeeshop in SoHo He still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East Posin like he rappin out...

Still Talkin'

EAZY-E "Eazy-Duz-It"
[Baby Cryin', Scary music, laughin' voice .. ] Good evening, and welcome to Eazy's playhouse, you stupid muthafuckaaaaaa! [a low bass metal voice .. ] Now that you got the album, what the fuck are you gonna do with it, BITCH BITCH Bitch bitch ... Eazily I aproach, the microphone because I ain't no joke Tell your momma to get off of my tip I have no time to give her my dick I'm gonna hold it And walk around the stage and If you fuck up I'm goin' to get my gage and Unload the barrel and lough Cuz I'm puttin' led in your mothafuckin' ass Psychopathic, but the ho's are attracted Because when I'm on hard my dick's at least a yard In the days of old I was a nut Now I need at least 3 ho's when I fuck Cuz I do a check, nut 1 nut 2 Then I save my nut for when there's nothin' else to do You're used to the crew, bitch Cuz I would never quit As soon as you think that's it I'm still talkin' shit -=- CuT -=- I told you that nigga was crazy E boy, that's my boy, godamnit -=- CuT -=- I got a fable that you need to listen to It's a funky little rhyme about a bitch or a two One Sharone and the other one Shine I want to nut but which one do I want Shine said Eazy let me fuck you blind And Sharon said E I want to blow your mind I said fuck it, I know what should be done Just pull your panties down and I'll fuck the biggest one And then I get the other pussy put it in the freezer So I can always have a on-hold skeezer Get out to tick it, I do it like that So I told the ho's to take a big step back Took the zipper down, I'z wide and said Here's what I'm gonna put inside Grab it like a rabbit, grab it let's wreck it But I won't love you, When I'm done I'd still be talkin' shit ... -=- CuT -=- That boy'z good Yeah that boy's good That mothafucka'z talkin' all kinds of shit I used to get pussy like eazy here and every day You're mothafuckin' lyin' How you know I'm mothafuckin' lyin' You're lyin', your dick can't get hard .. Oh, suck my dick mothafucka Nigga you lied Who you're talkin' to.. ... -=- CuT -=- Dre : Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut that shit, HEY YO YELLA BOY! LET'S REWIND IT! -=- CuT -=- Niggaz don't see I'm a 100% legit And you know it ain't about all that bullshit It's about fuckin' this bitch and that bitch But not the bitch with the 7 day itch, like that ho' Just throwin' me the pussy She says she wants to do it like a doggy She's bad, nobody is badder But she got more crabs than a seafood platter Bitch on the gang move, to skizz me Just to say I got fucked by Eazy So I slapped the ho' like a pimp I might be a women-beater but I'm not a pussy-eater So when the shit hits the fan it's outta my mouth You don't like what I'm talkin' about All of ya'll can just suck my dick You can quote me now cuz I'm still talkin' shit .. -=- CuT -=- The boy's good, I told you the boy's good The nigga has talent You don't know a damn thing Yeah, I like that part, bring that shit back one more time, Maestro I can do the bagaloo That old shit did'nt play out in 1967 ... Hey fuck you, fuck you ..

Creepin'

REDMAN "Muddy Waters"
All my country, funky, brother, motherfuckers Verse One: To my, no good niggaz, and my, no good bitches Sorry if I left somebody leavin out with stitches Seems y'all too bold for ya britches Enslaved your mind like cotton pickers for runnin wit some rotten niggaz I get raw to the core with hardcore metaphors Resevoir Dog style, truly yours Yes, I be the slug up in your chest Then you wonder why you can't feel the full strength of ciggarettes My nationality is, brutality I got the gun up under your leather nigga so walk casually You'd be surprised how much info you can get For a bottle of crack to find yo' punk ass and yo' kinfolks Plus, that crew you run with is butt I was dusted one day when I made your man choke up Rappers comin to New Jersey and be gettin fucked up Talkin about where they from and shit when dem sons ain't runnin shit and go off a BIT if you do a show in da Bricks You'd swear you was fly and how we bring so much turbulence I keep your nervous level high nigga You better kiss your son and daughter, tell em bye nigga When we creep Verse Two: I give respect to all my woolly niggaz with the Rolex Shinin briquettes, flashin cash and dumpin Moets Especially when my royalty check is late, I don't hesitate I scoop up Keith, and see who's flashin at the Palla- -dium, hide your weed niggaz cause here I come Lookin bummy for low profile, so loud MC's overlook me I slip the bartender some more Just to tell me [how much cash and Dom P you pour] Huh, I should start robbin rappers in the industry If we ain't clickin then I'm engineerin your injuries Forty-eight tracks of automatics and facts Lyrically splat-datted till your mentality blacks And I don't give a FUCK if you did thirty bids Still I bring Ecstasy like I'm the rapper Jaleel Blaow blaow blaow, lickin shots for your fuckin mind, I got you niggaz duckin out like I'm one-time Or five-oh, po-po, I drive hoes nutty Like I be doin security at my live shows Your A amp;R is a punk, he got you gassed when I brutally smash any contender in my weight class Aiyyo Twinz yo this nigga got jewels (hold that nigga while I rob this fool) When we creep

The Cause

Inspectah Deck "Uncontrolled Substance"
* multiple gunshots * [Intro: Inspectah Deck] Yo, when we do this, we do it for real We do it for the love, we do it for the money For the cash, for the women, the birds We do it for the foundation, for the people No matter how we do it, we do it for The Cause Yea, yo [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] What you in for? What you live for? What you die for? I hope its for The Cause .. What you work for? What you stand for? What you strive for? I hope its for The Cause [Inspectah Deck] Inspectah, rhyme beretta nine in ya sector Wet the scenery with extreme measures Supreme lecture, bless the heads, you dare enter the 9th Chamber, dance with the mind bender Surrender your thrown, there's no room for pretenders Bystander pollyin worldwide with nine members Distributin, my verbal sharp shootin While I execute the deadliest moves with fine tunin Duel of the Iron Mic bound to spark fusion Movin at the speed of light, nice at what I'm doin Drop it in ya brain like spice, without the five mics Heads roll off hilltops when I strike Sniper aim, stick you up for your price of fame Like the flame, watch you get hot inside the game Recognize my name, I.N.S., your highness I rep for live sets, place ya bets, make ya threats There's no cure, even the experts are stunned My work is done as soon as I've just begun *echo* [Chorus] [Streetlife] Strictly, Streetlife, I never play a fan of the fame Just build on my name, and master the slang I'm hittin harder than a lot of artists in the game I'm lyrically inclined, rockin just the same Than any MC who ship platinum or gold And only recoup to pay back what you sold Over budget your video, got pimped like a hoe My niggas move slo-mo like robotic clones I'd rather be alive and paid, than dead broke My life is like a thin line, on a tight rope A fiend with no dope, wrong way to provoke The man behind the scope, tucked, ready to smoke From the same place you from, different hood, the same slum Mother's third seed, father's first son Bastard child runnin wild, livin foul Ran into some juvenile niggas in design P.L.O. Style, sign my name on the dotten line Your beef is mine, dangerous minds combine, we all carry nines *echo* [Chorus] [Inspectah Deck] Hitman like Thomas Hurns, bustin while the weed burns Shorty, sixteen, yearns for my crew to take turns I'm a loose cannon, medically examined Found deadly as a plague, soon to spread like famine Splurgin, livin out the dirty version Throwin rocks at the ghetto birds circlin the urban Workin overtime, you notice the shine Niggas scope mine, models won't work Capone nine [Streetlife] We travel in pairs, you got the front, I watch the rear Got money on my mind this year, by all means Put an end to your cold stairs, crush your small dreams What you hear is the truth, fuck what you used to I provide you with street music you can ride to Push through, sound blastin through the sun roof Street surfer, lurkin, thirsty for the loot I'm in it to fuck fans and rock mic stands I work for cash and fans, and die for the Clan

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