Comin' After You

MC Ren

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    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 that shits sellin
    Do-for-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 selling keys
    And pimpin hoes and smokin a million blunts a day
    Shooting a hundred niggaz and saying he walked away without ascratch
    Some Rambo shit inside they 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

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    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 we that shit we come after you

    It's the Don Daddy with the villian, who you killin
    Oh we hate em, come to bate em, with this cap peelin
    Top billin, make a million
    Paparazzi chase us through the tunnel when the mast are ridin
    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 a day
    Hopin that we can reunite NWA
    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 the longitudes the latitudes
    Have some gratitude
    To the niggaz that started this shit
    Been around forever bitch we smart at this shit

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    Chorus

    I make the planet groove nigga mo' than BET
    Yo bitch tied up phoning home like ET
    So kick in that fifty grand
    Before you find body parts nigga in Japan
    I'm mothefuckin lyricist nigga top clout
    I'm makin hits what 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    Ain't nobody tryin to hear you nigga outdated
    Yo wak ass quit tellin niggaz that you made it
    I'm never faded like a ghost, villain dissappear
    Buy some shit to resurrect my dick the next year
    Ninety eight ninety nine to the earthquake
    How much garbage these mothefuckers gonna make
    You better shake, fuck that here I come strong
    Best believe Ren will rock the shit all night long

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    Composición: Otis Jackson, Jr. y B. Ervin

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