MC Ren Shot Caller lyrics

Niggas in the hood lookin' at me crazy
Tellin' niggas like they wanna fuck my old lady
Same fuckin' shit everyday at 8 o'clock
Nigga, start my day off raisin' off the cock

I throw the khakis on with the T-shirt
Never knowin' when a nigga might hit the dirt
I'm thinkin', how in the fuck can I get high quicker?
Mix the blunt with some muthafuckin' malt liquor

These niggas that I love, I don't trust 'em
But I stay close to 'em, in case I gotta do 'em
We from the same set but that don't mean shit no mo'
I be premeditatin' with the .44
(.44)

My hoe be tellin' a nigga to peel they caps back
'Cause I know where them niggas hide they shit at
Shit be on my mind, return a shot call
Broke as fuck, it's about to get hot, y'all

Niggas starvin' while you're home with the mills
Niggas killin' while you're doin' dope deals
Out flossin', throwin' 100 $ bills
Time to set yo' ass up for the kill

Death of a shot caller, who can you trust?
It might be your number one nigga that bust
A cap, he's the next one to take charge
Smoke him and his bitch in his backyard

A nigga's sittin' on the curb
Hear that nigga come bumpin' with the suburb
Got my niggas on point, same niggas he be fuckin' hoes with
And rollin' up the blunts when he wanna get lit

Homie, when that nigga put the mutahfucka in park?
That's the signal, little nigga, pump three in his heart
Don't feel shit 'cause it's real shit, he a bitch
Niggas in the hood doin' bad while he gettin' rich

Off this shit we be killin' niggas fo'
Can't make a move less this muthafucka say so
Nigga, fuck that, I'm runnin' this shit
I'ma look him in his eyes when his punk ass gettin' hit

But if you miss, nigga, I'ma kill you
'Cause if he get away, muthafucka, then we all through
Fuck three shots, nigga, add two
And handle what the fuck you gotta do, kill the shot caller


Man, you know we been smokin' niggas for this muthafucka
This nigga ain't paid us shit, man
(I know, dog)
Hold up, hold up, hold up, dog
Man, gimme the gat, I, damn

Hey nigga, you got my muthafuckin' money?
Nigga, fuck yo money, nigga
No nigga, fuck you
Oh shit, oh shit, damn

These OG's got me twisted like twizzler
Got me heated and hot and all I'm thinkin' is killin' you
Peelin' yo' cap back like starter, fool
I'm comin' to get you niggas off my block, so I pack a full

Glock with big slugs and you know I buck no doubs
'Cause you know a nigga steelo, how I did them fools a week ago
One week passed, I'm hearin' you wanna wet us
When you see Ren, Rocc, Tha Chill, you're puttin' on the jetters

What the fuck these niggas tryin' to bust on me?
So I'm cockin' up the can and ready to make them do some gas
And do some flippin' and all that
'Cause niggas out here shot call, get they ass jacked

And that's the main fact, big payback for you punk muthafucks
Disrespectin' the crew, it's mandatory that I buck
Ass down from comptown, Mr. shot caller
Gonna be a fast faller if he ain't a fast talker

Fast walker or better yet better be a fast runner
Chill on the scope with the cannon, finna gun you
Dumpin' 9 to the gut like nigga, what?
This ol' BG, big baller, fuck the muthafuckin' shot caller

Niggas starvin' while you're home with the mills
Niggas killin' while you're doin' dope deals
Out flossin', throwin' 100 $ bills
Time to set yo' ass up for the kill

Death of a shot caller, who can you trust?
It might be your number one nigga that bust
A cap, he's the next one to take charge
Smoke him and his bitch in his backyard