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N***a Called Ren

MC Ren

Ruthless for Life

1998

hall mine
Right ya ass Bruce Lee kicks and back flips 
Hooked up with this nigga from the big stack chips
Big thangs we entered that shit I'd be

Yeah it’s dark by five
cold outside
plotting inside
on this cold ass night
got the devil in the trunk and we going for a ride
had me in a funk but

you did 
Tryna forget everything that we done did as kids 
I ain’t dumb I ain’t stupid I ain’t going for Shìt 
I refused to get played by a bum ass

Brother Called me from the joint
He say stay sucker free and get to the money
Gave his ass 10 at 85
He knocking that shit out like he rocky Marciano

4500 hunnit bad bitches 
In the club and they shakin ass 
Bumpin Danni Leigh 
Smokin on the gas
Drive by 
Fuckin with me 
Get u broken inna cast

Dump the whole mag on his ass
I put that lil boy in the past
My future surrounded by cash
I'm doing just fine if you ask
Yeah mag dump yeah
Mag dump

need a beam

Standing ten toes by myself, ion needa team
Made you're hoe tap out, but first I had to break her spline
Lacing my blunt with zaza

Huh
You told me, I told you
You owe me, I fold you
Riding round all by myself
Don't know where to go to
Know it might hurt you but I'm still gon tell

ended him, silenced
Call up my niggas, I'm working till two
Told them slide by I'm fresh out the stu
The beat so hard, I turned burgundy blue
They said I

adding commas to my stash, I be riding round getting it by my lonely hating you can kiss my ass
Niggas pocket watching, I can't stand no grown ass Rico

shit was tragic
What a fuckin sad Catastrophe
If a nigga spazzing
My ass gone be laughing
Think I'm fucking gassin
Got something for your ass then
You

tell by how you square up
Fuck what you did
That shit don't scare us
Bitch I'm from Beaumont
Nigga and what

Man I can tell that you ain't ready
Hit

If he ain't in the field then we shoot at the sideline
This top tier exotic can't slide by a canine
He play with my patna, he play in the grapevine

foolin'
It's a war outside, better bring your kicks
Caught the opp outta bounds , he was loose as shit

I'm taggin' his ass, I ain't miss by no inch
And I'm

was up until she went and made the choice to kick you out
Cause see, you confused by the media
Thinking that it's cool to post a tool on social media

doing anything to make you laugh or blush
But if your nigga knew, he would try and get me touched
Your nigga was my homie, we would kick it after school

her walking by i nearly fell down
Just like some ice in a glass yea she cubing
And she got a nice accent like a cuban yea 
She be takin classes she my

speakin facts
Coolin by myself couldnt kick it with you rats

Said im coolin by myself bitch never needed help
Pussy talking shit i come and kill you with

the influence i had when i vent every line i write in this wrinkled old notepad
I got a gift from god blessed by the divine 
They took my dignity and pride 
But

the grabba I can't get enough
Lotta problems get solved by a puff
Trend senders yeah we make it look easy
Twitching my fingers we gon do yo ass greasy
Sippin

calling me boo
I tell her to shoo
Kuz all of that ass
Obstructing my view
I’ve got shit to do
Motivated by bluefaces
Ain't never trip'n
No suit cases

it hypocrisy
Know what
Call me the king
Call me the Reaper
Call up the sage and then I will teach ya
Everybody wanna kick it now
Is this the shit that

the bucket with it
If you come to visit
I'mma kick your ass back
To the factory where your butt was printed

Actually I just got back
Said hi to your

Ayy, ooh, it's a nice-ass day in the city
Look, it's a nice-ass day in the city
Temp 92 and I'm thumbin' through 50s
Don't keep 20s cause they spend