Comin' After You

In case you didn't know my flows grows for sure
 I'm making sure you niggas don't try me no more
 Weak shit you talking and I'm surprised it's selling
 Ruthless self niggas full of felon's who the fuck you telling
 Braggin bout money where that shit be at
 After videos all that shit we never see that
 Bitches with big asses blunts and big cars
 Shot calling niggas pissy drunk in them tittie bars
 Ren assasinating, all of these
 Wack ass rapping niggas that say they selling keys
 And pimping hoes and smoking a million blunts a day
 Shooting a hundred niggas and saying he walked away
 Without a scratch - some Rambo shit side a head
 Living with your mama talking about a hundred grand
 Nigga please, who the fuck you think you talking to
 Real niggas coming after you, we after you
 You fake ass ballers who we talkin to
 (We comin) Lyin on records bout what you do
 (We comin) The shit y'all doin is played out and through
 (We comin) You come with that shit we come after you
 It's the Don Daddy with the Villain, who you killing
 Oh we hate them, come verbatim with this cap peeling
 Top billin, make a million
 Paparazzi, chase us through the tunnel in the Maserati
 Now they got me on Hard Copy didn't have to shoot Versace
 Yet you still wanna watch me
 Motherfuckers wait they whole fuckin life and aday
 Hopin that we can reunite N.W.A
 All purpose, try to serve us, gettin nervous, more murders
 Shit can just turn into the service
 Standin over the carcass
 You look like the kind of nigga that'd press charges
 We the largest, we the biggest, we the Niggas, With the Attitudes
 Wee longitude you latitude, have some gratitude
 To the niggas that started this shit
 Been around forever bitch, we smart at this shit
 Don Mega. MC Ren. Ren, Ren!
 I make the Planet Groove nigga more than BET
 Yo' bitch tied up phoning home like E.T
 So kick in that fifty grand
 Before you find body parts nigga in Japan
 A motherfucking lyricist nigga top cop
 I'm makin hits with yo bitch ass talking bout
 That same old shoot them out I'm smokin fifty blunts
 That's why your shit ain't coming out for like fifty months
 Ain't nobody trying to hear your nigga outdated
 Your wack ass quit tellin niggas that you made it
 I'm never faded like a ghost Villain disappear
 Buy some shit to resurrect my dick the next year
 Ninety eight ninety nine to the earthquake
 How much garbage these mothefuckers go and make
 You better shake, fuck that here I come strong
 Best believe Ren will rock the shit all night long
 We out
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