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MC Ren lyrics - Shock of the Hour

Mayday On The Frontline

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揗ayday, mayday, we're going down? Niggaz screamin' mayday 'cause Ren is kickin' ass like Pele Makin' fools run like it's a relay But ain't no fools runnin' sprints in shorts It's just niggaz shootin' dice on the basketball courts Waitin' for the day to get revenge for the days Of the slave ships, ya got the bloods and the crypts Unitin' puttin' guns together To give white people stormy weather But they can't hide under no umbrella 'Cause we be breakin' niggaz out the motherfuckin' jail cella Fella, so who gives a hell of a about the man The KK Klan So here we go again scarin' people to death Knockin' niggaz out with the indo on the breath On the old english because we use fuckin' english So you can understand now who's the man? It gotta be me, I got the shit organized So when you see us comin' don't be actin' surprised (CHORUS)(2x) Mayday on the frontline Mayday, mayday, mayday Mayday, mayday, mayday Oh my God, he's been shot in the chest Yo he's a redneck, huh, throw him with the rest Of the dead bodies we be buryin' With 2 million niggaz got guns, and carry 'em Shoot people first and ask questions later Just like a nigga was a terminator So niggaz know what they oughta do I won't bring up that Rodney King shit, 'cause that's through Now back to the blue prints, behind the fence A gang a niggaz strapped and it ain't no coincidence Now it's time for the camouflage And all the niggaz I can fit in back of the Dodge Bound to go to war but this ain't the Middle East We're killin' motherfuckers for revenge, fuck peace So if ya see us, this is what ya do Grab your shit and come along, we're killin' cops in blue Even if the black cops are down wit' 'em Those sell out motherfuckers, yo, we're still gonna get 'em Because it's mayday on the frontline (CHORUS) Now I gotta play run away slave like a fiend Because they got me on the TV screen They said they wanted me dead or alive 'Cause I don't talk jive, I try to survive Tellin' niggaz what's the deal on the streets So they don't get caught up in a gang sweep They gotta let 'em have it Shoot 'em in the ass like a motherfuckin' rabbit Because we're losin' altitude Because they're getting shot down by a nigga with an attitude Turbulence up ahead, yo The storms getting thick, 'cause I'm a man with a big ass dick Throw a grenade in their program Let 'em know who I am, a nigga can jam A little black nigga from the streets, over hip hop beats With a glare and we're wearin' black sheets Hope we don't burn shit in your front yard We'll beat your ass down on the boulevard So a band of shit, grab your parachute 'Cause niggaz comin' in khaki suits and steel toed boots Stompin' motherfuckers in the way of the process Or they might get a bullet to the chest It gotta be me, I got the shit organized So when you see me comin' don't be actin' surprised Mayday on the frontline (CHORUS)

My Son And Daughter

B.G.
[B.G.] (talking) Wassup, Uh Huh This one here for my lil' queen And my lil' king, ya heard me Lil' Christopher and lil' Christiane, ya know Look man (mumbling) My two fa-shiggity, ya understand And everything else is like They all, ya know, impossible, ya heard me I love my children ya heard me My children love me, yes they do I could never be no dead-beat, ya understand Never be no part time, never, never, believe that Look [Verse 1] Now my son He aint three years yet Ooo he could walk and he could talk a lil' bit But I bet when he get to that stage I'll tell him Don't be like daddy, fuck up, become a young convicted felon Go to school, get an education, say no to drugs Still be a smart hot boy and lil' thug Fuck bitches, be 'bout money and duck snitches Don't let nothing come between you and your riches Respect momma, listen to everything that she says It's guaranteed to pay off on judgement day Believe as long as I breathe, uh, I'm here for you To tell the truth I dont want you to go through what I went through My daddy got killed, on me when I was twelve Fell victim to the game and gave grandma hell Back forth in jail, stealing cars and shit Smoking 'gars and shit, bothering by the laws and shit But uh, believe I'll teach you another route Watch how good everything turn out [Chorus] For lil' Christopher, I'll go out my way And for Christiane, I'll go out my way For my son and my daughter, I'll go out my way I'll give my life for 'em both any time, any day For my lil' nigga, I'll go out my way And for my lil' princess, I'll go out my way For my son and my daughter, I'll go out my way I'll give my life for 'em both, any time, any day [Verse 2] Now my daughter She so pretty and so smart I'll take her to the park, she ride her Barbie car She say daddy I love ya I say I love you too I miss my lil' angel, tell me whatcha wanna do We can go see a movie, go to Chucky E. Cheese Anything and anywhere ya wanna go, that's on me Always count on me, if not, then wait for it Dont let a nigga make ya take off ya skirt for it Dont let a nigga make ya take off ya shirt for it Don't do nothing you'll end up getting your feelings hurt for it This just game And it's coming from me to you I'll never tell you nothing wrong This here from me to you It ain't nothing you can't have in this world I'mma protect ya till i'm gone, you're daddy's lil girl [Chorus] [B.G. and Little Christopher talking]

Anything

JAY-Z "Kingdom Come"
[Jay-Z] Uh huh yea, yeah Duro! You gotta let it bump Uh, uh, uh like dat yeah Come on bring the chorus in 1 - I'd risk everything For one kiss, everything Yes I'd do anything (Anything?) Anything for you I'll do a bid, loose a rib, bust a cap, trustin' that Run up to heaven doors, exchange my life for yours Leave a steak out the door, mi casa, su casa Just remember to turn the lights off in the hall My brother from anotha pop, minus one shot We Neno and G-Money man, we all we got From the stoop to the big dudes, stoppin' us from playin' hoops And us gettin mad, throwin' rocks off the roof Straight thuggin' man, I thought we would never progress But look at us now man, we're young execs My nigga Dame, my nigga Biggs, my nigga Tah My nigga Ja, my nigga Gotti We embody all that's right with the world No matter how pretty she is, you never likin' my girl That's how we run, when you ain't around I'll spank ya son, keep him in line If you should die, I'll keep him like mine God forbid, keep this in mind, my nigga Repeat 1 Repeat 1 I know mama, your little baby But these streets raised me crazy Product of my environment, nothing can save me Thanks for letting me bloom for your wisdom for your womb For the roof over my head, for my shoes, for my bed For the most important lesson in life was when you said Strive for what you believe in, set goals and you can achieve them Thanks for the days you kept me breathing when my asthma was bad And my chest was weezin', thanks for the look of love Just as I was leavin' On nights you thought that I wouldn't come back That left you grieving' Thanks for holdin' down the household when times was bad As the man, I apologize for my dad When the rent was due, you would hustle like a pimp would do That wasn't the life meant for you You're a queen, you deserve the cream Everything that gleamed, everything that shines Everything that's mine Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Check it out, uh, uh Dear nephews, I'm writing' this with no pen or a pad And I'm signing it, ya uncle, ya best friend, and ya dad Don't look back if you fall and you're feeling bad I'm right there from your cut to when you peelin' the scab If it comes a time when you ain't feelin' your real dad Put my face on his body don't wait for nobody Don't follow no nigga, that's hoe shit man Stand on your own two, do your shit man The world is yours Some girls are nice some girls are whores Don't listen to your crew Do what works for you Standin' back from situations gives you the perfect view You see the snakes in the grass and you wait on their ass Bite your tongue for no one and whatever is said Take it how they want, a closed mouth don't get fed, You know my number when it's code red if you're wrong my nigga You're my nephew, fuck it we get it on my lil nigga Repeat 1 until fade

Hello

ICE CUBE "War & Peace Vol. 2: The Peace Disc"
(feat. Dr. Dre, MC Ren) [Ice Cube] Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..} [Dr. Dre] I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get {Hello..} [MC Ren] I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get {Hello..} [Ice Cube] The motherfuckin world is a ghetto Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal When the smoke settle.. .. I'm just lookin for a big yellow; in six inch stilletos Dr. Dre {Hello..} perculatin keep em waitin While you sittin here hatin, yo' bitch is hyperventilatin' Hopin that we penetratin, you gets natin cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin Gangbang affiliatin; MC Ren'll have you wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon {Get to dialin..} 9 1 1 emergency {And you can tell em..} It's my son he's hurtin me {And he's a felon..} On parole for robbery Ain't no coppin a plea, ain't no stoppin a G I'm in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly You handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly They call me the Don Dada Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala Wanna talk about this concrete Nigga I'm a scholar The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible Beg a hoe, let it go, dick ain't edible Nigga ain't federal, I plan shit while you hand picked motherfuckers givin up transcripts Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..} I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get {Hello..} [Dr. Dre] I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get [MC Ren] Villain blows up yo' spot Take yo' notebook yo' bitch and yo' glock This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock You slapped her ass that's alarmin cause she want my Worm like Carmen We chin check niggaz, them thin check niggaz run trains on golddiggers beware these fo' niggaz Scarin motherfuckers like Steven King flicks Makin niggaz clear the room like a dyke flea a dick Makin 2nd II None shit, nigga like Quik So when I bomb first nigga who you rollin with Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck yo' fine ass bitch Cause you could lose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle Watch niggaz kiss my ass without flexin a muscle Bitches - all in the back they knees waitin to buckle Same time same channel don't change the dial Niggaz4Life, fuckin your wife, these niggaz wild {Hello..} I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get {Hello..} [Ice Cube] I started this gangsta shit And this the muh'fuckin thanks I get {Hello..} [Dr. Dre] Did I fall off Got you in your room rippin every 'Chronic' poster on your wall off Just cause I put away the sawed off Now I got you sittin back with a smirk; listenin with your arms crossed Questionin Dre's credibility {What} Wondering if it's still in me to produce hits; Y'all be killin me As if I need to make mo' - I got a mansion and six cars that are paid fo' - suck my dick! {Hello..} We came a long way from not givin a fuck Sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up Now we got the whole world starstruck Made a million plus and still don't give a motherfuck Motherfucker I'm Dre - I don't need your respect I don't need to make another album bitch I don't gotta do shit I do it because I want to not to stay in the game Fuck the fame, I'm still stayin the same, lil' bitch! {Hello..} I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get {Hello..} [MC Ren] I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get {Hello..} [Ice Cube] Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..} Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes..

Bnk

BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY "Bone, Thugs N-Harmony The Collection: VOL. 1"
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up. It's the first of the month, so get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, cash your checks and come on. Krayzie: Hey, my niggas, we havin' a wonderful day, and I won't front with ya. Why? 'Cause it's the first of the month. And now I be smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts, and sippin' on forty ounces, thuggin', come, come, we got the blunts and rum. From jumpin' all night, we high. Hit up the block to where? East 99. I get with my nigga to get me some llello. Double up, nigga, what you need? We got weed to get P.O.D.'ded. Fiend for the green leaves. Give it up, it's the first for sure. Better lay low, 'cause the po-po creep when they roll, so [oh, no] break. If you can't get away, better toss that llello, keep your bankroll. Yeah, we havin' a celebration. Love to stay high, and ya better believe when it's time to grind, I'm down for mine, crime after crime. Fin to creep to the pad 'cause mom's got the grub on the grill. If we got the food, you know it's the first of the month, and my nigga, we chills for real. Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, it's the first of the month, so get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, cash your checks and come on. Bizzy: Wake up, and I see that my sister was already dressed. She said, I'm gonna run and go get my stamps. Watch and make sure no one snatches my check. Nigga, that's the mailman. Sort through the mail, and put it up in-a me pocket. Then I be hittin' the ninety-nine to get me a dub for forty duckets. But ain't no bucket, ride that RiTA, hop on the ten to the Clair, ready to get 'em up with-a me thugs, and I cash that dub. Man, I gotta get there. Playa-playa, holla, holla, St.Clair got much to offer, whether it be weed on 93 or off on the Glock-glock for some dollars, so get a bag of dope and a quarter roll, oh. Most all of my niggas got the same, and we gonna roll it all up to smoke it. Hittin' that reefer, hydro. Been known to cut, so fuck them po-po. Toss all that llello, then roll with the chrome to say mo. Runnin' through the alley, (and in to my way), hop on the second to sundown. Nose run from January on down to December, I'm lovin' the first of the month. Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, it's the first of the month, so get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, cash your checks and come on. Wish: It's the first of the month. Gotta grind, gotta get mine in the hood that I claim, and I slang on the double nine. Now to find them dubs, gonna get a forty. Can a thug get love? What's up? Try to slang on my corner, nigga, you's a goner. St. Clair niggas don't like that. And sellin' them dummies, makin' that money, come back, nigga, get pap pap. From the first to the fifteenth niggas smoke plenty weed, but I gotta save, gotta come up. Put my rocks in the cut. When I get high, nigga, blaze that blunt. Time to roll to the pad, count out my profits, and add it to the stash. Gotta watch my back, see, for niggas that's tryin' to rob me, fool, but never no shorts or no losses, dumpin', keepin' these niggas up off me. See, gotta serve the whole block, spend a couple bills, thugs smoke a lot of weed on the first [the first]. Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, it's the first of the month, to get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, so cash your checks and come on. Layzie: Wakin' up feelin' buzzed off early in the morning, stretchin', I'm yawnin', lightweight bent, chug-a-lug-a, take a fifth to the dome, 'cause then I can kick it with my trues. But it is the first, so I'm gettin' me hustle on. Hop on the phone, callin' up Krayzie Bone, Wanna know, did you're O.G. check come? [Krayzie: She put me down. ] I'm a hop on the bus with Biz. [Krayzie: You know, let's get drunk. ] And I'm comin' with blunt after blunt of this skunk--nigga, T, just put me down. Oh, God, how I love when the first come around, now, me freakin' me black and milds. Head across town, 'cause nigga the first get celebrated. Rushin' to the block, 'cause I wanna get faded. Lookin' all wild, 'cause I'm need me hair braided. We heavy off into this game. True to the first, just call me that pro slang: them nickels and dimes, the twenties, the fifties. The first be the day for the dopeman slangin' that cocaine, fool, and I'm workin' late tonight. And all them fiends be lovin' them thugs, 'cause I got them rocks for them pipes. Come, come up with them ends. I gotta get paid on the first, gotta blaze up me spliff. You're live with the Bone thugs, Poetic Hustla'z, and the Graveyard Shift on the first. Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, it's the first of the month, to get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, so cash your checks and come on.

Grindin'

AUGUST ALSINA
We come from fords and expeditions Slangin' papers with ambition Cause back in my younger day That's just how we make a living That's how I was taught to grind Learnt to hustle from my moms That's the G shit and the G simply stands for grind (Grind; Grind; Grind; Grind; Grind) I'mma drop this shit for the hell of it Cause I'm outchea grindin' can't tell me shit People ask why you took so long, how you go so strong Cause it's timing in all this shit When a nigga try to let his past go, he be reminded of all his shit Niggas don't go as hard as I do, I be fighting for all that I get I gotta question why you hatin' on me? Cause I'm probably grindin' his bitch Everybody who was checkin' for a nigga and was reppin' for a nigga I appreciate your prayers I respect you my nigga, a lot of these lames jept hatin' on a nigga When I took a little fall you was steppin' on a nigga, if you keep it one hundred then I salute you my nigga If I see you comin' for me, I'll shoot you my nigga, but you're grindin' like I got something to prove my nigga Bet you couldn't walk a mile in my shoes my nigga A lot of my niggas ain't here this year I cry for all my niggas, love everybody in my squad, I'd die for all them niggas I give a fuck about all these rumors Cause the truth will never be in them And they love to see when I'm losin' So they hate to see when I'm winnin' That decked out house on the hill, I'm in it Only 22 but I'm 'bout my business If there's a million dollar club, I'm in it Determined to get it so this shit don't phase me Even though I'm me, I see no competition I refuse to be defeated A lot of these niggas ain't working at all I chase this check for my family and all I just got out of a coma and it showed me that when God is for me no weapon can hold me That's why I go hard for N.O. and my homies And I pay homage for niggas before me Who came back and told me go hard like Ginobili and grind for all of this shit Doctor told me I'm exhausted and shit Can't stop now I'm never gone quit Not until I see my mama not wanting for nothing And I see my brothers just livin' for a livin' And I see my squad spending money like it's nothing That's why I'm grinding everyday to make a way because We come from fords and expeditions Slangin' papers with ambition Cause back in my younger day That's just how we make a living That's how I was taught to grind Learnt to hustle from my moms That's the G shit and the G simply stands for grind I'mma drop this shit for the hell of it Cause I'm outchea grindin' can't tell me shit

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