Mc Ren - Deadly Lyrics

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(feat. Bigg Rocc, T-Bone)

[Intro: Bigg Rocc]

For my niggas and my bitches, what's crackin'

It's John Doe in this mothafucker, what's really goin' on

I'm all good, we about to hit you mothafuckers up side the head

With that real gangster, money hungry, street shit

You know what I'm sayin, fuck y'all, what's up Ren

[Verse 1: MC Ren]

We duck and dodge you mothafuckers, attack when we need to

Compton still the shit, still up in your grill

You're gettin' fucked by a legend, tell how do it feel

As I caress the Mic, shoot my sperm and dice

Y'all can still kiss my ass, ass black as the night

Gay niggas on the Mic, is all barkin' no bite

Black Revolutionary, that's my title

While these stupid niggas wanna be American Idols

I started this gangster shit

And this the mothafuckin' thanks I get

The whole world ain't shit, my whole catalog, is so explicit

Niggas never sold a million just waitin' to diss it

John Doe shit, rep it fully

Come through, slap you and your bitch like bully

New year coming, we gon to shoot in the air

Cause mothafuckin' Compton niggas, we just don't care, nigga...

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[Chorus: Bigg Rocc]

Gotta get my papers, gotta get my meals

I'ma keep the street, some shit that you feel

No time for that bullshit that's why I keep the steel

Aim for your grill with the ditches to kill

Gotta get my paper, gotta get my meals

I'ma keep the street, some shit that you feel

No time for that bullshit that's why I keep the steel

Aim for your grill with the ditches to kill, nigga

[Verse 2: Bigg Rocc]

I'm runnin' these streets with no conscience niggas

The work I mean, is not behind these niggas

Uhh, scary niggas, paranoiad niggas

John Doe been the tight, big bike stealers

Take it down, flat right like a tyre

Mad at your bosses, we the niggas for hire

Hot shit, we make niggas duck quick

Ain't nothin' changed, Compton niggas still the bang

Bout to take over, cause niggas slippin'

While we hit licks, and niggas straight dippin'

Matter of fact we stay ready for combat

Uhh, we let our gats go rat-a-tat-tat

Keep you skat, bitches stay yellin'

They're fuckin' with some Com-town felons

News at 11 with no clue, we shoot niggas at their shoes

We beat bikinis mothafuckers like blues...

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Bigg Rocc]

They say the money is the root of all evil

I say not legit, Junky-Ass-People

Haters, like to see niggas starved

Put thier bitch up, when you full they whole card

Corners is gettin' hot in California

Niggas return your bitch ass into donor

I hustle on these streets for meals

Bigg Rocc, John Doe shit that you feel...

[Verse 4: T-Bone]

Comin' out the barrel, the tip is hollow

One neat on your chest, was this nuckle follow

Lookin' shady in the date like takin' your shit

Spit lead, you'll get sprayed up and jaw get hit

T-Bone in your money and it's funny as fuck

When I'm starvin' and scooped all your side walk stucks

Smith and Wesson is loaded, and it take when I hold it

And it's restin' on the ground with that rag I fold it, you know...

[Chorus x2]

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