Artist: MC Ren f/ Bigg Rocc, Chip Dirty Album: Renincarnated Mixtape/The Maxi Single EP Song: America Typed by: dy_face@hotmail.com {*sample of civil defense panic alarm*} [Intro: Bigg Rocc] Attention all Units, be on a look out John Doe, black male, sixteen and certified He was last seen dipping through Compton Then he was seen dipping through Watts We've chased this motherfucker much heading to L.A. Don't shoot at him, this motherfucker will shoot back [Verse One: MC Ren] I'm that nigga that you've been warned about When Villain talking nigga shut your mouth I spit it with the best of them Motherfucker then shit it on the rest of them Villain the great, I'ma throw a fucking twist nigga up in the game John Doe; that's my motherfucking name I'm still a nigga for life, I still die twise Born black in America cropping the dice Looking for a better way homey, fiending to make it [Bigg Rocc:] That Benz look good nigga, dare you to take it They say generation X But these little white horny-Ass bitches is fiending for sex All my homies nigga smoking the bud If we ain't asleep, we're smoking the bud FEDs is trying to catch a nigga say something on the phone So my black ass won't never come home [Chorus] [MC Ren] Motherfuckers living good in America [CDirty] Nigga, motherfuckers poor in America [MC Ren] They say you can't smoke bud in the America [B Rocc] We puff a big bud in the America [MC Ren] They say everybody is free in the America [CDirty] Fool, niggaz still slaves in the America [MC Ren] Is it that fucked up in America? [B Rocc] Ain't no love for the niggaz in America [Verse Two: Bigg Rocc] We're hitting corners in the U.S. Smoking bud, drive-bys with Gorilla thugs Laying niggaz like wads, pull your plugs Spot you like a light bulb, in front of you niggaz at the club Show you how bitch they was I pull my shit they scatter like bugs Forgot who the fuck we was John Doe nigga about to bubble like a tub Niggaz better squash that grudge Before you be laying on the side of your dubs Have your homies crying; saying damn nigga what Gotta them thinking they're the next nigga outta luck Better keep your ass in the cut When you beef with John Doe, your ass just stuck Keep peace with John Doe and I won't bury you In this motherfucking homicide America [Chorus] [Verse Three: Chip Dirty] I give the fuck, I can't duck my business Get in this, leave no witness Convected, when I spit this before I committed a crime But spitted a rhyme, spit it or not They be trying to give a nigga sometime, not 211 Can't picture Chip Dirty straight dropping a dime While they're fucking with mines Trying to cut the nigga a deal Bitch! I won't snitch for real so you can keep your bills Just where my cell at? Homey I locked down and blocked down from the homies When I touched down, get a creep down with the top down with the homies All I wanna is a rag top Caddi' paint With switches - Oh! Yeah on some Gold Ds Go sounds for the bitches, so I can floss on Three wheel motions, hit switches Give us all way thing to bang and hit snitches Nigga virgin American dream is what I'm selling you Shit, we duz what we want in America [Chorus]