Artist: MC Ren f/ Bigg Rocc, T-Bone (Da Lench Mob) Album: Renincarnated Mixtape Song: Deadly Typed by: dy_face@hotmail.com [Intro: Bigg Rocc] For my niggaz and my bitches; what's cracking? It's John Doe in this motherfucker What's really going on? - I'm all good We're about to hit you motherfuckers up side the head; with that real gangster Money hungry, street shit, you know what I'm saying? Fuck! y'all, what's up 'Ren? [Verse One: MC Ren] We duck and dodge you motherfuckers, attack when we need to Compton still the shit, still up in your grill You're getting fucked by a legend, tell how do it feel As I caress the Mic, shoot my sperm in dice Y'all can still kiss my ass, ass black as the night Gay niggaz on the Mic, is all barking no bite Black Revolutionary, that's my title While these stupid niggaz wanna be American Idols I started this gangster shit; and this the motherfucking thanks I get The whole world ain't shit, my whole catalog, sold Explicit Niggaz never sold a million just waiting to dis it John Doe shit, rep it fully Come through, slap you and your bitch like a bully New year coming; we're gon to shoot in the air Cause motherfucking Compton niggaz, we just don't care, nigga [Chorus: Bigg Rocc] Gotta get my papers, gotta get my meals I'ma keep the street, some shit that you feel No time for that bullshit; that's why I keep the steel Aim for your grill with intentions to kill Gotta get my paper, gotta keep my meals I'ma keep the street, some shit that you feel No time for that bullshit; that's why I keep the steel Aim for your grill with intentions to kill, nigga [Verse Two: Bigg Rocc] I'm running these streets with no conscience niggaz The work I mean; is not for honest niggaz HUH! scary niggaz, paranoiad niggaz John Doe lend the type, hit bike, stealers Slang it down, flat like a tyre Mad at your bosses, we're the niggaz for hire Hot shit, we make niggaz duck quick Ain't nothing changes, Compton niggaz still bang About to take over, cause niggaz slipping While we're hitting licks, and niggaz stay dipping Matter of fact; we stay ready for combat HUH! we let the gats go rat-a-tat-tat Niggaz scat, bitches stay yelling They're fucking with some Comp-town felons News at 11:00 with no clues, we shoot niggaz at their shoes We beat bikinis motherfuckers like blues [Chorus] [Verse Three: Bigg Rocc] They say the money is the root of all evil I say not legit, Junkie-Ass People Haters, like to see niggaz starved Put their bitch up, when you pull their whole card Corners getting hot in California Niggaz, return your bitch ass into a donor I hustle on these streets for meals Bigg Rocc, John Doe shit that you feel [Verse Four: T-Bone] Coming off the barrel, the tip is hollow One neat on your chest, was this knuckle follow Looking shady in the day light taking your shit Split legs, you'll get sprayed up and jaw get hit Thieved on and your money and it's funny as fuck When I'm starving and scoped out these sidewalks trucks Smith and Wesson is loaded, and it talk when I hold it And it's resting on the ground with that mark I fold it You know.. [Chorus] - repeat 2X