[mc ren]   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   Shooting a hundred niggaz and saying 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      [chorus 2x]   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      [ice cube]   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!      [chorus]      [mc ren]   I make the planet groove nigga mo' than bet   Yo' bitch tied up phoning 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smokin fifty blunts   That's why yo' shit ain't comin out for like fifty months   Ain't nobody tryin to hear your nigga outdated   Your wack ass quit tellin niggaz that you made it   I'm never faded like a ghost villain disappear   Buy some shit to resurrect my dick the next year  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 mothefuckers 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      [chorus] - 2x