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Ren: |
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Prisoner, like a hostage yo, |
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You should've covered your motherf**king head like an ostrich. |
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Deep in the dirt cause you'se a sucker, |
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And your ass up high so I can kick the motherf**ker. |
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Don't try to hang, you best avoid, |
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Cause my foot'll be so far up your ass you'll get hemorrhoids. |
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Before you try to f**k with Ren, |
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I'll put two in your ass, and you'll be shitting in size ten. |
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Dre: |
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First come, first serve, |
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Who else got the nerves, step up and give what you deserve. |
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From the word of a motherf**king hip-hop maniac, |
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Braniac, so what you oughta do is step the f**k back. |
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Now how the f**k you think a rapper lasts, |
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With your ass ain't shit, that is said in the past. |
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Yo, be original, your shit is sloppy, |
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Get off the dick, you motherf**king call-the-coppy. |
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Ren: |
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Falling deep in the drums, with many of styles, |
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That's one of the reasons a nigga ran a hundred miles. |
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Cheating and out, beating the crowd, I kept seating, |
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But weak motherf**kers biting off, and they kept eating. |
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Styles they got are full of bull, cause their vocals are local, |
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In nightclubs, and not getting paid in full. |
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They got the nerve to cuss, |
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only reason niggaz picking your record is cause they thought is was us. |
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Dre: |
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Yo, give 'em what I gotta give, do 'em what I gotto do, |
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You don't care for me, so who gives a f**k about you. |
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You can't harm me, alarm me, |
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Cause we're the generals in this f**king hip-hop army. |
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The Niggaz With Attitudes if you didn't know, |
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We blow, flow, and didn't move slow from the get-go. |
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Yo, time for some taking, |
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Yo f**k this shit, Yella kick the break in. |
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(Aaaah!) It's the real thing, |
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you are now (real, real) niggaz! niggaz! |
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Ren: |
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You can run, but you can't hide, you know I'ma find ya, |
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Cause a nigga like Ren's only two steps behind ya. |
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Don't look back because you're shaking and all scared, |
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A nigga in black can be your scariest nightmare. |
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So sleep with the lights on, forget that the mic's on, |
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Don't step on the motherf**king stage with our nights on. |
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Don't see a psycho, and then you just might go, |
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Mentally f**ked up when I let the rifle blow. |
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Dre: |
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All these niggaz with the gibber-jabber, |
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But couldn't kill a fly with a motherf**king sledgehammer. |
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Gangsters in black are out there, |
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But only because, yo, it's the shit that we wear. |
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On my motherf**king dick, |
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But I'ma love it when you drop like a motherf**king brick. |
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So yo, step up, go to bed, cause if you're misled, |
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You'll get a motherf**king bullet in your forehead. |
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Eazy (Ren): |
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Black, the good, the bad, the ugly, see, |
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I love streetwise, nigga you know me. |
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Rolling with some real niggaz, playing for keeps, |
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But you motherf**kers know who run the streets. |
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With that hardcore, hip-hop, rap-shit, |
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(Now how much harder can another nigga get). |
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Trying to be like us, sound like us, drift like us, |
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(Ashes to ashes and dust to dust). |
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So nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, please, |
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Since you're on the dick why don't you drop to your knees. |
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Cause I'm a motherf**ker that's out to kill, |
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Eazy E, a nigga that's real. |
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Ren: |
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Real niggaz, straight off the streets of Compton. |
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Quick to getting your shit without a second thought. |
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And if your ass gets smoked, it's my bullet you caught. |
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So if you're talking shit about the niggaz in black, |
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Bow down to the kings, and raid a half. |
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They're played out, that's what niggaz were chatting, |
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One nigga left, and they said we ain't having it. |
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People thought we was finished and done with, |
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But if you think about it, yo, we really ain't done shit. |
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Catch, so cover your ears, and wipe off your tears, |
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And quit sniffing all over my dick for new ideas. |
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And when the new record comes, don't come like a f**king bum, |
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Asking for f**king money to buy you a f**king crumb. |
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You're on the dick so far, niggaz not one, |
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And when it comes to dicks, you don't even have one. |
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So braze yourself, to make sure you don't get f**ked up, |
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Cause if I let you slide, it's just cause you're locked up. |
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Don't come up my face again, because I'ma floor ya, |
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And if you're a bitch, I'ma f**king ignore ya. |
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Because my attitude's a little bigger, |
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Cause MC Ren is one of the real niggaz. |
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Dre: |
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Lost in the motherf**king world of madness, sadness, |
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But Dre is just a nigga that's glad it's |
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sucker motherf**kers like you making whack jams, |
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because it only you shows you how dope I am. |
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Never try to ignore us, |
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When I'm expressing, stand still like you're full of riggermortis. |
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Cause I'm a real nigga, but I guess you figure, |
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You could break me, take me, but watch me pull the trigger. |
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Dre is just a nigga with heart, a nigga that's smart, |
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A nigga that's paid to say what others are scared to play. |
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We started out with too much cargo, |
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So I'm glad we got rid of Benedict Arto. |
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Yo, N.W.A., criticized for what we say, |
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But I'ma do this shit anyway. |
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Cause I'm the motherf**king doctor, never faking, |
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Yo Yella, kick the motherf**king break in. |
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(Aaaah!) It's the real thing, |
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you are now (real, real) niggaz! niggaz! |
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(Aaaah!) Yeah motherf**ker, it's the real thing, |
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you are now (real, real) niggaz! niggaz! |
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Ren: |
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N.W.A., straight outta motherf**king Compton, |
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Taking over shit in all of the nineteen-nineties, |
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Yo, Dr. Dre, DJ Yella, Eazy E, and I am MC Ren, yo, |
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N.W.A. taking over this motherf**ker y'all... |
