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MC Ren lyrics - Shock of the Hour

One False Move

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Badung Bang (CHORUS) Ren your dangerous, you know you bat like a week Ren your dangerous gun shots from Juagardonlee Dangerous, me know you bat like a week Ren your dangerous, gun shots from Juagardonlee [MC Ren] Move, now let me fall into the groove Breakin' niggaz off but I break 'em off smooth Used to try to pimp, but the ho's got old A nigga can't remember how much dope that I sold In my youth, the shit is the truth, go to jail for the proof Niggaz makin' records sellin' two copies Tryin' to fuck with me because your rap's sloppy Now back in your cage your wings are short You tall, dirty motherfuckers dig the basketball courts I can tear ya ass up in a rhyme But I won't mention your name, 'cause that's a waste of my time So I call my niggaz, Chip and Dollar Bill Scoop up to the hill when we move in for the kill Never retreat you dirty nigga take a seat Big motherfuckin' feet, with your wack assed beats So train What up? cut 'em with the shape Make the nigga walk the plank, the dirty nigga always stank Nigga better raise like the Titanic Ain't from Atlantic, but I'll make your ass panic And that's only one step, pride is kept A glass of piss weigh as much as your rep Nigga your through One false move and a motherfucka's dead From one Nine millimeter shot to the head One false move and a motherfucka's dead From one Nine millimeter shot to the head (CHORUS) [Da Konvicted Felon] Quad is kept, I step With the nine millimeter come Complicated with the gat to the back of the devil's head Then I pull the trigger till he dead Red rum, all I can see when I close my eyes at night Dreamin' of vision of murderers comin' with butt, while Satan's out to fight I ain't rappin' to tight You're fuckin' with a motherfuckin' madman That don't take shit from a redneck chick You can put your mouth up my steel dick And suck until I pull my trigger come, ejaculate my gun What'll be done, when I be makin' your blood run Into the stretch And motherfuck that white trigger that got his fuckin' ass beat Many be pussy poppin' can't attail for that knee But not so many as I gave so much a buck, buck from me Buck, but it gets it up, I'm tryin' to defend my own skin From a nigga who loves crackers, so come and ya jack 'em Sleep with the enemy and get treated as such The convicted followed no bust, and lust for you To make that one false move One false move and a motherfucka's dead From one nine millimeter shot to the head One false move and a motherfucka's dead From one nine millimeter shot to the head But if every nigga grabbed a nine And started shootin' motherfucker's it would put 'em in line(2x) [Dollar Bill] I was never the one to run with the pack But was the mastermind for settin' up the jack So if they every saw my beamin' it wasn't from crack I musta been beamin' them grubs to hit the sack And let me remember the days of way back When everybody was homies and no one played that Rockin' 'em, sockin' 'em, knockin' 'em out the box now tell me what's up Look at me wrong fool, you get tossed up I mean fucked up, you lucked up I didn't come out a long time ago, with the fast or the slow flow And callin' me wack, no that's a no no The style just so wild, while your style just so-so Nasty, they can't pass me, it's too fast see Niggaz that blast fast I don't let 'em blast me Usin' my mind like a nine millimeter to abuse So don't make one false move One false move and a motherfucka's dead From one nine millimeter shot to the head One false move and a motherfucka's dead From one nine millimeter shot to the head (CHORUS) Many more will laugh and suffer, many more will laugh and die One false move, and it's an eye for an eye (CHORUS) Yeah, I'm ready to die today (repeat out)

Ex's And Oh's

ATREYU "A Death-Grip On Yesterday"
You took me home I drank too much 'Cause of you my liver turned to dust Cold rust taste A cruel creeping cold pain Do you understand what I mean? When you feel your soul drop to the floor Like a hole Like an open bleeding sore Then you'll have bled like I bled And you'll have wept as I've wept Suck me down, it's time to rock and roll Let's hit the bar, let's lose control One false move, you took me home One false move, you're all alone But it looks so good and it feels so nice I paid the price I'll cut you out just to hear you scream, Get away from, get away from me And I can feel my heartbeat racing As I realize what I must do Get away from, Get away from, Get away from you I should have turned and ran like hell Last time I got the taste of you I should have turned and ran like hell And I'll see we're through I should have turned and ran like hell Last time I got the taste of you I should have turned and ran like hell And I'll see we're through And I'll see we're through You fell upon me like a plague Weakness, sweet weakness But I digress... After all this... You're just like all the rest Suck me down It's time to rock and roll Let's hit the bar, let's lose control One false move, you took me home One false move, you're all alone

Fuck Nas And Nature

(He got the slip on you) This how it went down... I had to undergo therapy not surgery the nigga wetted me but he didn't murder me dun I survived he thought that I died now it's time to throw the nine clip in mission revenge once was friends now that shit's dead that stupid muthafucka shoulda shot me in the head so I went to Brooklyn and met with Dread and told Dread I want the pussy clot shot dead that nigga started a war fuckin with me yo hit me with a four-four and jetted with a kilo he hit me in the chest lucky I was wearing a vest, but the impact hurt my fuckin flesh right after he left, I noticed I was bleeding by my neck and I was type-scared to death yo, I blacked out I woke up, my man had the mac out said we gonna get the nigga back no doubt he told me to rest I seen my nigga standing at the door with a tec in case a muthafucker flex I told him how the muthafuckin kid co-flipped and he said parlay son, payback's a bitch yo, shit is real, I feel better word out on the street is that a four-four cant stop Mega the nigga musta heard I didnt die, son he hidin' I snatched up his man inside a van and started drivin' his man started dymin' said the nigga drivin' in 735 and he knows where to find him cool, tell my man to drop the kid off soon as we hit the next darn block, blew his fuckin wig off now that's one down, one nigga to go just drive slow so we dont have to worry 'bout five-o now it's time to get even, we in, five jeeps deep with the mad heat and steamin oh shit, I see him, he gettin out the seven my man started wetting at the nigga with a mac-11 I specialize in war now it's time to blow him, I'ma show him how to use a fuckin four-four I said yo son, ya games over I let off, and yo my shit was spittin fire like a flamethrower he started wettin back I caught him in his fuckin back when he flung, I think his lungs collapsed he just a dead man walking ay yo, fuck that shit.... I'm through talking (gunshot)


M.O.P. "To The Death"
[F] Uhh! [D] Heistmaster [F] Get paid nigga! [D] Heistmaster [F] Let's get paid nigga! [D] Heistmaster [F] Get paid nigga! [D] Heistmaster [F] Let's get paid! [F] Everybody hit the floor, you know what time it is [D] Old bitch, don't move, take off the jewels and shine-eses {Please don't shoot me mayn} [F] Papi play the game right, and ery'thang'll be aight {There go the safe!} [Lil' Fame] It ain't no time for concentration Get over there papi tell 'em the combination Tell 'em Ron's got his car keys I don't give a fuck if he beg, Boom shoot him in the head [Danze] Somebody comin in on the side [Lil' Fame] Fuck the bizzo get the money and shit, make sure that motherfucker die Dolo (?) fuckin standin there lookin silly Yo Boom, give me a hand {Yo, where the fuck is Billy?} He went outside to the car y'all It's (?) and dark black, I'm dumpin papi off at the Baha {Let's hurry up before the shit get hot} Yeah because this old bitch is blowin up the spot They say nigga do anything for dough And now I'm the nigga with the dough, so old bitch, you gotta go {*BANG*} Yo I've been schemin on the spot for about a year [Danze] And now you got what you want, so let's get out of here [Lil' Fame] We ain't no motherfuckin joke We caught ten thou', and a motherfuckin ounce of weed to smoke {*conversations for a second or two*} Yo... oh shit, five-oh! Let's get the fuck up out of Dodge [Danze] I'ma make a right here [Lil' Fame] Yeah, drop us off by the garage We gotta get away, some way, some how The cop's on our ass, feet don't fail me now I say we must to let the A.. K.. pop Cause I ain't playin with these K.. K.. Kops {Just chill nigga, (?) back and put the dough in} The punk motherfucker kept goin ANTE UP NIGGA! [D] Give me the cash ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER! [F] Or that's yo' ass ANTE UP NIGGA! [D] Give me the cash ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER! [F] Or that's yo' ass ANTE UP NIGGA! [D] Give me the cash ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER! [F] Or that's yo' ass ANTE UP NIGGA! [D] Give me the cash ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER! [F] Or that's yo' ass [Billy Danze] Shanghai nigga, Lil' Fame (I got the pound) (?) til them niggaz tellin me the straw's down Run up on 'em from all angles can you dig it fool? {Yeah, click clak KLOW, nobody move!} Face down get on the ground {That shit's foul} Shut the fuck up punk it's M.O.P. you know our style Yo (?) keep your eyes on the sneaky chick {Aight - make a move I'ma bump you bitch} Sean duke got jewels, go 'head and grab it Shack, anybody move, let everybody have it {Cli clack} (Bill chill 'til we find the stash) Roll with us or we gon' roll right over your ass Now where that motherfuckin money homes? {In the closet} Where the llello? {In the dresser right there by the phone} Cool, breeze, twenty G's Two ki's, I sent my nigga fat B's [Lil' Fame] Suppose we go in your clothes and take your doughs [Billy Danze] After that hit you in your back with the deuce-fo' Heistmaster, known to cause disaster Robbed the world, in ten minutes, or faster {Head 'em up!} Move 'em out {Ay nigga it's time to leave} Duke in the fatigue got somethin up his sleeve Strapped made a move towards me while we was breakin North {Yeah, I tore his motherfuckin wig off} ANTE UP NIGGA! [D] Give me the cash ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER! [F] Or that's yo' ass ANTE UP NIGGA! [D] Give me the cash ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER! [F] Or that's yo' ass ANTE UP NIGGA! [D] Give me the cash ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER! [F] Or that's yo' ass ANTE UP NIGGA! [D] Give me the cash ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER! [F] Or that's yo' ass [shout outs by M.O.P. members to the fade]


Del The Funky Homosapien
KURIOUS: (Talking) Oh man. Bitches man bitches! Sick tired a this shit. You know what I'm sayin'? Want my money talkin' shit don't know how to act phuckin' tired man. FPhuck'm I gonna do man? Have to put a foot up your ass? Phuckin' tired of it man. Phuckin' buy you this buy you that Phuck that shit! Kurious aint havin' it. Know what I'm sayin'? DEL: Boo boo head boo boo head, boo boo head I want you dead I want you bled bleeding needing medical assistance, resistance ya kiss meant nuthin' you was bluffin' stuffin' my brain with insane thoughts notions most intelligent people freak you because they'll know you'll give ya all give up your drawls flap ya jaws lyin' have me cryin' I'll admit it someone before musta shitted down your neck boo boo head but can you be dead? with fled instead of the murda I'll just tell everybody what I heard of word up. [CHORUS:] D: All a this over boo boo heads, K: All a this, all a this... Back in elementary school you made me drool I was cool rules were never broken a token, of our friendship all my friends flippin' somersaults the fault was not yours of course, they didn't know, yo grils was yucky clear 'round get slapped like a puck-y but you never said 'Phuck me' that wasn't in the pictua I couldn't hit ya with ya hair braids and the games we played were fun till one day a friend said, 'Boo boo heads turn red, in the face when you place ya hands on her ass in class, and give a spank a banka full of fun at recess, and be fresh.' OK, I'll try it and die if she does but she did and turned around and socked me like Rocky I feel like a heel for real but now I'm older and told ya to keel over cause now it's different no innocence and women sprints the way you sway to the forces of evil and we will bust that ass fast and quickly I dig G's disrespectin' rep now it's when they shit's come bobbin' brothers try and rob another and I'll rub ya the wrong way let the song play, [CHORUS] [BRIDGE] Ooh, I wanna smack you mack you attack you even if you black you get no slack sue, call a lawyer boy, ya never knew ya crew is on a mission every weekend freakin' kissin' with other van ya man lets turn the sands in the hourglass and your power lasts less guess take a gander I slander ya name spread propaganda and I demand ya ta stop hop on a train before pain'll be ya middle name in the game of love happiness yes, I caressed ya flesh but if you test ya caught out there without a vest mess around and you can rest I found a new boo boo baby, maybe I can crave the one that saves thee reputation, ya'll lets face it ya basin' smokin', leavin' niggas broken open but I scope in to ya brain gain remain clues ya use for protection now who's next in... [CHORUS]

The Smog

No, you ain't getting none, bitch. This shit costs money. Oh, hey. Hey, kiddies. How are you like the ride thus far? Blah. Excellent. This next one is about that shit that comes out of the sewers and pipes and chokes your neck. It's called the Smog. Ahahahaha! The smog is coming... Aw shit, here it comes, creeping through the cracks The nooks, the crannies, hittin' smack It's filling up my head, I gotta get it out I got me a plan to get the shit out Pulled out an ice pick to pick the bitch up Smackin it, pushin it in my ear, fuck Lord, oh please, what's happenin' to me? It's the poisonous air from the smoke stacks, G Seaping in my head, fuckin' up my brain Driving me crazy, nuts, insane Sewer slut, G, greasy slime I'm always bucking with father time Cuz he's my motherfucking enemy number one Try to potcher up my life by fillin up my lungs The shit you call air, but I call it death Cuz it makes me choke and lose my breath My toes begin to curl, my fingers start to fold Got drool on my lips and my body's gettin' cold Don't know what to do, so now I start to panic But it's too late, I'm dead, the smog got me, fuck it The smog is coming... Another cloudy, it's raining, but not water It's raining oil out the sky, I think I outta Make a run but I slipped on an oil slick I can't move, I think I broke my fuckin' neck It's no surprise, I'm laying there paralyzed Looking up into the sky helped me realize About us, the clouds form a devil's face It must be a mirror image of the human race Oh shit, here it comes, the deadly smog I can tell by the howl of the stray dog The air is calm, the streets are so still When the smog creeps out the pipes for a kill Broken neck, I'm chilling cuz I'm a goner I can see the smog creepin around the corner I lay still and hope it doesn't notice me Oh shit shit, fuck fuck, shit, G Looking up, just to see it's deadly jaws I think I, I think I, I think I shit my drawers But it's okay, the smog left me alone So I lay and watch the clouds turn into stone They come crashing down over Del Ray One even landed on your homeboy Violent J And I'm dead, crushed me in a split second So if I'm dead, what the fuck am I doing on this record? The smog is here The smog is coming... Thoughts in my head (of a clown)... Thoughts in my head A dead body laying in his house For three weeks Until his neighbors Complain about the smell Didn't he have anybody To know he was dead A serial killer Decided to kill himself Before he actually killed someone else Was that good? Thoughts in my head An ocean of blood And with the bombs dropping It causes tidal waves Tidal waves that paint the town red Red Everybody's dead Thoughts in my head Of mothers and fathers Look at me And I can feel the hatred in their eyes And it's cold Their children Are nothing but them in the future Except it Thoughts in my head When sitting on her porch Bald headed From a disease she fought from the air The air that we breathe The air we breathe is fucked up It's fucked up Thoughts in my head All people wanna kill me But you can't kill me Cuz if you kill me I'll be back to kill you I will do it again Thoughts in my head A sixteen year-old little fuckin punk Sitting in his classroom Drawing a gang sign on a folder He lives in Birmingham Hills What the fuck do you know about love? Thoughts in my head People despise me and hate me And they don't know me I hate you too So it's all good It's all good Thoughts in my head This society That is so fucked up That is so evil That if somebody prays They get made fun of They get laughed at But it's not gonna be funny They won't be laughing When the bombs drop And the town is red Thoughts in my head...

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