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MC Ren lyrics - Shock of the Hour

Fuck What Ya Heard

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Always carryin' a Mack 10, know what I'm sayin'? Ren is a nigga that you don't wanna fuck wit' Always carryin' a Mack 10 know what I'm sayin'? Ren is a nigga that you don't wanna fuck wit' In '93 I'm wreckin' shit so you can fuck what ya heard I'm droppin' plenty shit like a motherfuckin' bird I steal gangsta boogie if I gets my boogie on Put my finger in my chrome keeps 'em fuckin' wit' my dome Tellin' me to shoot all these niggaz that I hear Bitchin' gossip in my ear, I hear this shit every year Nigga still talkin' like a bitch Mad 'cause another nigga tryin' ta get rich I see ya tellin' niggaz, yo Ren is gonna fall But I think ya dumb ass had too much of the 8 ball Your own motherfucker don't know That Ren can play ya low, ya didn't know I'd fuck your ho Now the kid that you're claimin', yo you're very quick to claim But to me it's just my gear with another fuckin' name And niggaz wanna know what's the word? So peep it out, you can fuck what ya heard (CHORUS) Yeah fuck what ya heard, fuck what ya heard, what ya heard Yeah fuck what ya heard, fuck what ya heard, what ya heard Always carryin' a mack 10 know what I'm sayin'? Ren is a nigga that you don't wanna fuck wit' Always carryin' a mack 10 know what I'm sayin'? Ren is a nigga that you don't wanna fuck wit' Niggaz gimme looks like they wanna try and thump Thinkin' Ren is just a chump, in the trunk I got the punk Shoot it in the crowd, I shoot a niggaz in the back All my niggaz in the shack started fuckin' in the lack Some niggaz rolled up and said the truce was dead Train said fuck it, shot the nigga in the head And it's on, all y'all niggaz get to your post Train just killed a nigga so we gotta do a ghost Dip back to the hood, sip the 40 on the way 'Cause the niggaz from my motherfuckin' hood don't play And ya still wanna know what's the word Nigga fuck you and fuck what ya heard (CHORUS) Always carryin' a mack 10, know what I'm sayin'? Ren is a nigga that you don't wanna fuck wit' Always carryin' a mack 10, know what I'm sayin'? Ren is a nigga that you don't wanna fuck wit' He say, she say, who gives a fuck what they say? Screamin' off at mayday the shit is goin' my way Niggaz can't believe that I'm so much of a G 'Cause I don't let skanky bitches sit up under me Now y'all niggaz out there y'all swear y'all can scrap Get your ass kicked makes ya wanna try to rap Sprung on a ho yo smokin' all your weed Fuckin' with a bitch that ya really don't need The click, my niggaz from the click pimps hoes Rich, Train block my nigga, Bone and Jubee Lows Them fools can't even say a word 'Cause a nigga don't give a fuck about what ya heard (CHORUS) Always carryin' a mack 10 know what I'm sayin'? Ren is a nigga that you don't wanna fuck wit' (repeat till end)

Mega's On His Own

Cormega
(Yo Son this person's all on your shit) Nah what's this? (Nigga Nas tried to commit yeah word em up) Not that nigga not that nigga that nigga's too pretty (You gotta do somethin man you gotta do somethin man word up) Take that nigga to war Yo Nature listen man In a jacuzzi flashin splashin like a uzi rappin Much love for thugs God bless B.I. askin Whattup with Cormega? Live niggaz keep askin The exhibition, flexin, throw my extra clip in Chrome be Gotti be re-essence, check it Niggaz talkin bout, how real they kept it on record Screamin out, Q.B.C. but don't rep it Am I my brothers keeper or a faggot in love with Reaper? My four-eyed niggaz would love to meet ya Life's a Bitch but shit gets deeper, fuck gold chains and sneakers I had dat, when cocaine was cheaper Yo, who this fake nigga soundin like me? You wanna be me, but can't see a thousand like me I'm loungin, you're like rookies on housin You see my team comin and your heart starts poundin You shook, getting paid off the book Niggaz jeal-ous, my LS is off the hook You see the Lex, you fake ass thug, you need respect or be another nigga that my fuckin heater wet My poetry is manifest, the words be correct My empire rise, now my enemies are vexed Yo Nature you finished, yo Nas you next Yeah, clear my little man YouknowhatI'msayin, Nas It ain't nuttin personal, it's all business yaknahmsayin? You let your little faggot ass man come around me But my man got a few words he wanna say to you Nature you fake ass, try to be down, shot your stank ass Ice Cream Man took the shit, your little brother tape back Now you against the Mega star, pump a hundred stacks in a Lex, LS, doin no Escobar's When they crew speak, heard my team burn the wonder Five stars, Q.B. the Desert Storm The Mobb exclusive, check the nuclear on the nak-ed Find the illest kicks, play the strength, what the writer bent Hover from night to light, now push the tighter shit The tighest click, we're airtight Roll deep and wear Air Nikes, some to scare some the bear type but we rock mics and jams, like gats we cock twice Runnin with the pretty boys, bitches say that's not nice Straight out the 'Bridge, my DeLorean, showbiz Hit me on the timin you can find me where the coke is I'm a nightmare, the street demon Tell your whole crew with twenty-two's, my dudes street sweepin Prepared, never scared, ones to bolster the flag I'm ill, everything's real, ain't no special effects Yeah, bring the drama, I like the fuckin trauma A gladiator, rocking steel plated armor Yeah, you wanna step to me, you'd better bring a referee My name is 'Mega, y'all niggaz scared to death of me And you man, acting like a Columbian refugee Murder any nigga in sight, any day or night You see me in a jet black Lex, the coke's white Lampin on the Hill, that nigga Nature thought he ill I fucked his ass up like I'm Holyfield This the Real Deal, my time is drama for thought Of course, yeah, the fucking boss Yeah, that nigga Nature talk about he takin my spot Took one punch to the face, and dead dropped It's over La, I don't even know why you even won't try to come at me This is Cor motherfuckin Mega You know I'm the baddest you fuckin faggot I'll fuck you up I brought my man for your fuckin gold teeth You be wearin your shit in the projects, you're a fucking bitch Knahmsayin Nas? You need to you need to you need to get a fuckin fireproof fuckin van that's how you come through the projects or niggaz'll burn your shit down Them niggaz is idiots, yo Talkin about Street Dreams rockin a pink ass suit What the fuck kind of dreams you niggaz workin with, man? You fuck with me, you're fuckin with the best, man, knahmsayin? But y'all niggaz ain't ready for fucking war Y'all ain't ready for the motherfuckin, the gun battles or the beatings on sight man don't fuck with me man, I got no more to say man trick ass bay-atches!

My Entourage

Big Ed "The Assassin"
featuring C-Murder, Mia X, Mac and Snoop Dogg (Big Ed) Chorus Nigga make some room, nigga back up, back up No limit soldiers bout to act up, act up x2 (Big Ed) Ha, Ha were my mother fuckin soldiers, its time for war (attention) salute your captin time to get even Fire in the hole take cover got you punk ass nigga trippin fallin over each other Seen that 50 calibur spit that bits, unload, reload and extra an clip, I thought i was watchin gymnastics the way i seen that hoe flip Its the A-S-S-A-S-S-I-N who am i (the assassin) Big Ed be puttin it down like dat get your gat A-R fully automatic now whatch how act It's survival of the roughest nigga, toughest nigga When im drinkin happy, so they call Mr. bucka nigga Ask my nigga Chris Artis he say No Limit niggaz be the hardest From Coast to coast regardless Better then the last soldiers, throw yo nut, nigga what nigga what Chorus x2 (Mia X) N-O -L-I-M-I-T (Repeat) Bout it niggaz from the streets (Repeat) TRU is what we claim (Repeat) We break that ass then we take names (Repeat) Sound off (Click Clack) Sound Off (rat tat tat tat) Break it on down (We aint to be played with) Shit! startes better take heat Ya'll could fuck around and get smoked like weed Bleed like a minstral, boy dont play no games We done give a fuck about tha family's pain All the game is me find me in the N.O. Told ya he's got no name once the 50 sprain Who ya kiddin 2, whatcha been through Aint the issue, choppers hit you Nigga soldiers tryin to spit you Rip you you to pieces leave you funky like feces Talkin ride ride know when you aint tryin to see Tthese down south about more problems than a lil Watch out the bound nigga comin 4 your grill The real feels so they tryin our shit Why the fakes hate because they cant relate Nut fuck it we got duckets in the buckets for a rainy day And Momma Mia's verbil A-K gon spray 4 my Soldiers (Mac) Nigga die die die in the swingin battlefield (field) You can kill me if you kill (kill) I got that horse shoe on my grill (grill) I'm a soldier (soldier )I never die (never die) When you No Limit niggaz, we stay camoflage (camoflauge) wooo! The full metal jacket that Mac it i pack it clickin clackin T start spittin, they start subtractin No retreat no surrender never take me alive Got the game in my vein and the killer in my eye I'm shellshocked i aint you clock spittin and aint no bull shitin Murda, murda that when yell before i serv ya A-S-S-A-S-S-I-N dont make me dig into the hearts of men Wooo! Chourus (C-Murder) Im a motha fuckin no limit soldier till im dead and gone ya heard me and i aint going never let a bitch nigga serv me Bitch im bossalini that means I run all this shit First leiutenant of a bunch of ignant niggaz in my tru click Fo the fedz if my regrets be real I cant explain why all my mother fuckin enimies is gettin killed We No Limit Soldiers I thought I told ya Make millions on rap my lyrics burn like dolja We breed fight machines military minded mother fuckas With a past of sellin crack 2 some cluckers So make some room nigga, cause we combat ready So back up , back up, or you gon fell this meshedie We Soldiers (Snoop) na,na.na.na.na.na. Now i can lay play you or just spray you Buck you up or fuck you up or just chill And i will on real nigga But id rather not speak on it cause i know niggaz be litenin and twistin shit My vision is to stomp on niggaz like a marin core vet We ease your stress with 2 to your chest Mr gangsta ganasta how ya do dat I'm a tru tankdawg all ya'll niggaz already knew that I got 2 kids in the back seat of my tank And 4 rights on the front door And every state i go to hoes have to salute me Even though they know they niggaz probably wanna shoot me But thats what big pokey big V-90 there fo C-murder is fool and Big Ed you know hes got tools And Silkk got all the bitches in high school Livin the life of a no limit soldier man that shit is way too cool Now I don't know what ya'll been told (I don't know what yall been told) But gangstas and soldiers boy they roll (Gangstas and soldiers boy they roll) Guns ammunission and plenty of weed (Guns ammunission and plenty of weed) And a couple bad bitches oh yes indeed (Couple bad bitches oh yes indeed) Sound off 1-2 Sound off DPG N-O L-I-M-I-T

Make Some Room

Big Ed "The Assassin"
(Big Ed) Chorus Nigga make some room, nigga back up, back up No limit soldiers bout to act up, act up x2 (Big Ed) Ha, Ha were my mother fuckin soldiers, its time for war (attention) salute your captin time to get even Fire in the hole take cover got you punk ass nigga trippin fallin over each other Seen that 50 calibur spit that bits, unload, reload and extra an clip, I thought i was watchin gymnastics the way i seen that hoe flip Its the A-S-S-A-S-S-I-N who am i (the assassin) Big Ed be puttin it down like dat get your gat A-R fully automatic now whatch how act It's survival of the roughest nigga, toughest nigga When im drinkin happy, so they call Mr. bucka nigga Ask my nigga Chris Artis he say No Limit niggaz be the hardest From Coast to coast regardless Better then the last soldiers, throw yo nut, nigga what nigga what Chorus x2 (Mia X) N-O -L-I-M-I-T (Repeat) Bout it niggaz from the streets (Repeat) TRU is what we claim (Repeat) We break that ass then we take names (Repeat) Sound off (Click Clack) Sound Off (rat tat tat tat) Break it on down (We aint to be played with) Shit! startes better take heat Ya'll could fuck around and get smoked like weed Bleed like a minstral, boy dont play no games We done give a fuck about tha family's pain All the game is me find me in the N.O. Told ya he's got no name once the 50 sprain Who ya kiddin 2, whatcha been through Aint the issue, choppers hit you Nigga soldiers tryin to spit you Rip you you to pieces leave you funky like feces Talkin ride ride know when you aint tryin to see Tthese down south about more problems than a lil Watch out the bound nigga comin 4 your grill The real feels so they tryin our shit Why the fakes hate because they cant relate Nut fuck it we got duckets in the buckets for a rainy day And Momma Mia's verbil A-K gon spray 4 my Soldiers (Mac) Nigga die die die in the swingin battlefield (field) You can kill me if you kill (kill) I got that horse shoe on my grill (grill) I'm a soldier (soldier )I never die (never die) When you No Limit niggaz, we stay camoflage (camoflauge) wooo! The full metal jacket that Mac it i pack it clickin clackin T start spittin, they start subtractin No retreat no surrender never take me alive Got the game in my vein and the killer in my eye I'm shellshocked i aint you clock spittin and aint no bull shitin Murda, murda that when yell before i serv ya A-S-S-A-S-S-I-N dont make me dig into the hearts of men Wooo! Chourus (C-Murder) Im a motha fuckin no limit soldier till im dead and gone ya heard me and i aint going never let a bitch nigga serv me Bitch im bossalini that means I run all this shit First leiutenant of a bunch of ignant niggaz in my tru click Fo the fedz if my regrets be real I cant explain why all my mother fuckin enimies is gettin killed We No Limit Soldiers I thought I told ya Make millions on rap my lyrics burn like dolja We breed fight machines military minded mother fuckas With a past of sellin crack 2 some cluckers So make some room nigga, cause we combat ready So back up , back up, or you gon fell this meshedie We Soldiers (Snoop) na,na.na.na.na.na. Now i can lay play you or just spray you Buck you up or fuck you up or just chill And i will on real nigga But id rather not speak on it cause i know niggaz be litenin and twistin shit My vision is to stomp on niggaz like a marin core vet We ease your stress with 2 to your chest Mr gangsta ganasta how ya do dat I'm a tru tankdawg all ya'll niggaz already knew that I got 2 kids in the back seat of my tank And 4 rights on the front door And every state i go to hoes have to salute me Even though they know they niggaz probably wanna shoot me But thats what big pokey big V-90 there fo C-murder is fool and Big Ed you know hes got tools And Silkk got all the bitches in high school Livin the life of a no limit soldier man that shit is way too cool Now I don't know what ya'll been told (I don't know what yall been told) But gangstas and soldiers boy they roll (Gangstas and soldiers boy they roll) Guns ammunission and plenty of weed (Guns ammunission and plenty of weed) And a couple bad bitches oh yes indeed (Couple bad bitches oh yes indeed) Sound off 1-2 Sound off DPG N-O L-I-M-I-T

Ellenwood Area

CRIME MOB "Crime Mob"
Hook(10x) Ellenwood area fuck wit us we bury ya Ellenwood area fuck wit us we bury ya (Lil Jay) Neva run up with the shump through ya area We come to get cha then hit cha then bury Ya We be tha trillest so nigga you scared of Us Creepin like redas and shootin our Predata's Always be ready for when I attack Strapped wit these weapons that's facin our Backs Creepin like redas and movin outsidaz We'll soon be ruff ryders and tote all them gats Neva come up or run up in our face You betta just stop our glocks will spray Betta be hidin when the tank ridin Up on yo street, on yo scene, on yo way Nigga we gone have you hopin and wishin That you would neva just smoke and you Listen Nigga we serious no superstition Ellenwood niggaz gone leave yo ass missin (Killa C) I got a g-l-o-c-k and I ain't even fillin Yo dome Me and lil mark we puttin buckshots through Yo home You run up quick you stupid bitch you made Me grab my chrome I'm fillin yo body wit hollow tips you lose Yo tone I'll rip yo blood and tissue leavin nothin But yo bones I grab my marchetti hoe I'm ready so bring It on We got them hollow tips, them hollow tips You run up quick you stupid ASS bitch I bust yo Fuckin lip Hook 10x (M.I.G) Aah Ellenwood area don't give a fuck Walk and fight and leavin you stuck All of my niggaz we pullin them triggas so How do you figure you fuckin wit us C to da R to da I-M-E m to da O to da DAMNMuthafuckin B If you hoes up in da streets bolts'll hit You rapidly Ellenwood that's where I be told you hoes Back off of me I don't bite my tongue so you dumb if you Fuck wit me If you wanna step to me this is gone be Ugly AK 47's mac 11's gonna hit cha G B-I-G in back of me Lil Jay on da side of Me Look at Expeditions hittin bitches like the Falcuty Always tryin to hassle me none of ya'll can Tackle me Told ya it was stated but this time it's Brutality (Princess) Now I'm baddest chick who rep dat wood come Test me if you want some trouble Princess be my name M-O-B is my you wanna Scuffle? Come run up quick you 'll get done up trick If you think you Hard My clique to thick and my tool gone spit so Don't fuckin start I see you muggin you ain't nothin or a Threat to me I knock down haters if they wanna come and Test a G I'm never slackin and what I'm packin is Too Damn crucial Why you yappin I'll bruise ya Ellenwood Gone come and do ya (Psycho Blak) It's almost time to go I thought I'll let You hatas know Psycho Blac be that nigga that's gone lay You on da floe Hit you wit them mega blows you fake it Once you ain't no mo But I'm gone send some gats and trap and Make some bread and catch some hoes You got some ana river road is where I stay Ellenwood is where I trap You buck and knuckle up but you might get Yo ass capped Always on a paper chase Chasin for them big faces Get some money get that cheese don't sit and waste yo time hatin (Fade)

What The Fuck

LIL SCRAPPY
It's so groovy nigga, ay Lil Jon, hand me the beat nigga show these niggaz, what it really is, BME click, it's goin down tonight this for everybody in the club you kno the street that wanna kno what the fuck goin on in dis bitch [Chorus] What the fuck is goin on (*2X*) That nigga eyein me (*2X*) Fuck nigga eyein me He keep on eyein me What the fuck is goin on (*2X*) That nigga tryin me (*2X*) Fuck nigga tryin me He keep on tryin me [Verse 1] Fuck the bullshit, beat that ass to the flo' He twistin' and he shakin' like a got damn ho don't run or bat me, always tryin' to attack me destroy your brain cells, from the heads I be clappin' I'll buck all day, I'll buck all night damn right I beat ya ass, in the got damn fight don't stand so close, getcha damn nose broke tryna gimme dap when you see me, bitch you ain't my folk you be tryin me, I'm a thug ass G come and switch ya sidewayz, I'ma ??? thug straight trappin, 'til I get rich off this rappin I ain't got no friends, gotta watch who's heads I be snappin? flippin' and flappin' at the mouth, yeah its off the chain spit pimpin on a real bitch, just to get brain what the fuck is you tryin me for I ain't no bitch, I ain't no lame ho [Chorus] [verse 2] what the fuck is goin on I beat the fuck out ya ass, and run ya bitch ass home I'ma young thug nigga, I ain't no fuckin joke if I ain't no lame nigga, what the fuck you eyein' for talkin all that shit, bitch take it outside pop ya bout 3 times, now ya turn clockwise I ain't playin, I done been tried damn near took a life, used to call me chuckie cuz I stabbed a man wit a knife, my life tatted on my neck, so you best respect we thug stylin BME, leavin hoes pussy wet all our ?? niggaz ball, I don't thank no bitch I gotta hoe in the car, that'll get up in this shit I'm gone and pissed off, my brains and nerve lost I carry my own coffee, you spill you get tossed and last but not least, bitch quit tryin me you ain't got no business mothafuckin eyein me [Chorus] - 2X [Verse 3] Hataz dress to impress, but they missed a spot it takes chest to distress the longevity pot but I gotta 380 ready, keep ya eyes up off me keep ya eyes off my dick, and get ya own damn money you bony mothafucka getcha head split right open I do it in the street, and leave ya neighborhood spoken and they hopin that the mothafuckin war is over these lyrics so diverse that a click-clack and break ya shoulder I done rolled up on the southside of the 'A' if you keep lookin, I'ma bust ya ass in the face I ain't gon bless, I'ma just make an example all that unloyal shit, gon getcha fuck ass ??? when I cock back, my piece is gonna sound like BAM hit ya ass so hard, the fuckin crowd say damn 'You just got knocked the fuck out' that's the way we do niggaz that be eyein in the south

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