MC Ren Comin' After You lyrics

In case you didn't know my flows grows for sure
I'm makin' sure, you niggaz don't try me no mo'
Weak shit you talkin' and I'm surprised it's sellin'
Ruthless self niggaz full of felon's, who the fuck you tellin'?

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 callin' niggaz pissy drunk in them tittie bars

Ren assasinatin' all of these
Wack ass rappin' niggaz that say they sellin' keys
And fuckin' hoes and smokin' a million blunts a day
Shootin' a hundred niggaz and sayin' he walked away without a scratch

Some Rambo shit side a head
Livin' with yo' mama talkin' 'bout a hundred grand
Nigga please, who the fuck you think you talkin' to?
Real niggaz comin' 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 killin'
Oh, we hate 'em, come verbatim with this cap peelin'
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, mo' 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 niggaz with the attitudes

Wee longitude you latitude, have some gratitude
To the niggaz that started this shit
Been around forever, bitch, we smart at this shit
Don Mega, MC Ren, Ren, Ren


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

I make the Planet Groove, nigga, mo' than bet
Yo' bitch tied up phonin' home like E.T.
So kick in that fifty grand
Before you find body parts nigga in Japan

A motherfuckin' lyricist, nigga top cop
I'm makin' hits with yo' bitch ass talkin' 'bout
That same old shoot 'em out, I'm smokin' fifty blunts
That's why yo' shit ain't comin' out for like fifty months

Ain't nobody tryin' to hear your nigga outdated
Your wack ass quit tellin' niggaz 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 motherfuckers go and make?
You better shake, fuck that here I come strong
Best believe, Ren will rock the shit all night long
(Best believe)
We out

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

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