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(MC REN) You know what Hutch man, I let one of these b*tch made get
away with somethin the other and uh, I shouldn't a let him get away with it.
(Cold 187) Put a foot to his ass.
(MC REN) What did you say? Put a foot to his ass?
(Cold187) That's right man...
(MC REN) Wow, that beautiful man, wow, that's what I'm gonna do to him, put
a foot to his ass. You know what Hutch man, I think I'ma adopt that formula
for myself man, wow.
(MC Ren)
nigg* I'm the black giant puttin s**t down
you aren't familiar with my sound
I'm shockin motherfkers like water and a live wire
makin feel the fire like Richard Pryor
The Great Elephant, the b*tch made nigg* Killa
I'm steppin on you like a Godzilla
A living legend like Shaq
The beggining and the last Moheekan
cause I be seekin to have tweakin through the weekend
I gives a fk about the radio and f*gg*t sounding disc jockeys
bust yo fkin mouth like we playin hockey
I stick and move like rocky cause I'm c*cky
a motherfkin nuclear bomb couldn't stop me
I throw a bottle at the mirror and make it shatter
in LA shut the fk up and make ya s**t fatter
I'm lookin for the with the skills
not the that woke up this morning saying they wanna rhyme
you can always tell white by the clothes that they wear
I b*tch slap the tie em' up in a chair
don't gives a fk if baby yellin that it aint fair
cause you know this nigg* Ren, nigg* just don't care
yeah, I'm that motherfker sittin on my throne and it's on
got you mind blown
(Chorus)
It aint no turnin back when ya on a mission
for the opposition
keep on wishin
(MC Ren)
I don't give a fk I'm a real nigg*
swingin on my d*ck cause my nuts bigga
blow they motherfkin brains like a sawd off
I bust that funky as* s**t then they hawd off
fk a mother fkin record deal could of been a pimp
But I'm that nigg* puttin fear in ya fkin ear
so raise the fk up, when be bumpin that s**t
wanna suck this d*ck? wanna fk that trick
I gotta heata when I need a nigg*
my smoke a fkin pound of blood
leaving b*tch made in a puddle of blood
I gives a fk about em', I just kick it on the block
and handle my s**t, with my motherfkin nigg* Rocc
So fk a crew nigg* I'm all alone
when I'm spittin fly s**t on the microphone
and I'm that black nigg* sittin on my throne
and it's on, got you motherfkin mind blown
(Chorus)
(Big Rocc)
get sprayed like Raid I have em' droppin
moppin, shootin up like Charles Bronsen
J Rocc, a nigg* playin it for keeps, so keep
fkin up in the Compton streets, yo Ren pass a nigg* that 38
so I could set all these b*tch made str8
now tell me, do you wanna take it toe for toe strap for strap
I'd rather bust a cap in your fkin back
take a look, what you see is a crook, breakin every rule in the book
I try my best not to get locked up
but at the same time I steady be fkin up
at the shack, be sippin on that yat
breakin off a freestyle on my nigg* Hutch's track
It's Big Rocc once again it's on and I got you motherfkas str8 mind blown
yeah