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| MC Ren Ruthless 4 Life Must Be High Verse 1: These niggas be actin' like I fucked and didn't call 'em for weeks Like they wantin' a nigga dick in between they butt cheeks they staight bitchy Without their bleedin' and Kotexes The villain that go to Texas nigga got a plan full of O's and X's What's yo' game plan? niggas be sayin' you sabotagin' me but yo' bitch be suckin' my dick she be tellin me that you dodgin' me Like Piazza a nigga gots ta, keep my roster, with bitches slidin' home, no lickin' yo' shit, yo' bitch is gone Niggas be thinkin' they Makaveli, tryin' to bring drama soon as these niggas whoop that ass, you talkin' Dear Mama... but face to face, these niggas be cheesin' like Velveeta, Lookin smoked out, hitin mo' pipes than Peter Stuck with broke hoes, broke ?? and ?? pussies that they be fuckin', used up and sideways stretck marks for days, she about two-hun, gotta get pissy drunk, to fuck her and have fun [chorus] These niggas and hoes act the same, can't tell em apart, always runnin 'round lookin for some shit to start. These bitches run they mouth, nigga, constantly All in mine, nigga All the time It aint my fault that yo' punk ass broke Mad, cuz you only got stress to smoke. I heard that shit that you was plottin' nigga you can try to fuck with MC Ren, but you must be high Verse 2: Niggas be high because they workin 9 to 5 But the Villain be hibernatin' wakin up at 5... PM You see them niggas be bitchy because I wont let 'em up on my team and give 'em a title like Hakeem, I'm peelin' caps like tangerines Tellin' niggas I should break 'em off chips Get 'em in clubs free and take 'em on trips Free-Loadin' ass niggas lose all they sense when they think they gon' floss off my expense Niggas be goin' corner to corner bringin' up the bill Askin questions like the popos tryin to see if I made a mill' Then they take that weak shit back to they home fo' pillow ?? She shakin' her head like you tellin the truth but she want yo' ass to walk What the fuck you expected? Always bitchin' at me when she fuckin' yo' ass, nigga she be seein me. Go look in the room, a costume, fo' haloween, of that black nigga, you know who so you can live yo' dream *chorus* Verse 3: I hear yo' ho punk bitches talkin' shit, Tryin' to have some say Tellin' other hoes they wouldn't give me no time of day Still livin with they mommy She babysittin' while you fuckin Gettin county cheques and money from them niggas that you dick suckin But nigga, why these bitches all in mine? Why, nigga, hearin bullshit all the time? Hoes from high school be wishin they coulda got wit this dick You know how they be in the car-hop clicks, muthafuckin' tricks Now these hoes jockin' like all up on my style You broke bitches, How you like me now? Actin' like makin' cheese is a muthafuckin' crime If I said "drop yo' panties", bitch you drop em in a dime *chorus* |
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