Artist: MC Ren f/ Bigg Rocc, Chip Dirty Album: Renincarnated Mixtape Song: John Doe Typed by: dy_face@hotmail.com [Intro: MC Ren] John motherfucking Doe, live for you, motherfuckers We got John Doe in the house tonight That motherfucker just came back from off tour And he gon' tell all y'all punk bitches A little something about yourselves, it's going to go something like this [Verse One: MC Ren] This shit is fucked up Whores trying to have a nigga set up, bitch wear my drawers You scandalous-Ass hookers I ain't fucking with yours Fuck! the Po-Po's - we dip in Lo-Lo's Meet the bud man in the Parking, light their Co-Co's There go that homey, and fuck nine to fives In the hood ain't no nine lives Ain't no niggaz even fighting with knives No dialogues, just cut you down to sizes Have your mama screaming and puffing a joint If she don't visit your grave, she visited the join It's fucked up how we brought up Put a nigga on the bottom and then you make him catch up Niggaz out here ain't giving the fuck Trying to live day to day, get their dicks sucked It's the Villain, Chip and Rocc You bitch ass gay niggaz need to stop [Chorus:] [MC Ren] Who bring the street shit nigga you know? [CDirty] Who? [B Rocc] John Doe [CDirty] Who? [B Rocc] John Doe [CDirty] Who? [MC Ren] Keep it Guerrilla my nigga, Fuck the Radio [CDirty] Who? [B Rocc] John Doe [CDirty] Who? [B Rocc] John Doe [MC Ren] These niggaz out suffering, fuck the world, you know [B Rocc] John Doe [CDirty] Who? [B Rocc] John Doe [CDirty] Who? [MC Ren] Niggaz ain't falling for your shit no more, this is.. [B Rocc] John Doe [CDirty] Who? [B Rocc] John Doe [Verse Two: Bigg Rocc] Since twelve, I've been a young thug Juvi' My life, is like an old black street movie Big booties, drugs, alcohol, straps The good die young, we got new quarter of bags with new sacks Junkie-Ass Cops; crooked as the crack in the ground But dope never found So why in the fuck would you pull me over? (Because you got blaze in that black Range Rover) Roll in my four, hitting corners on switches Mad cause I got a car load; full of bitches My style is different, nigga pay attention Two thousand and three John Doe is doing the lynching Some niggaz blooding (HUH!) some niggaz criping Some niggaz all about the green, some pimping Some; hit you with a beam for no reason 365 West Coast killing season [Chorus:] [Verse 3: Chip Dirty] (Niggaz) What you're claiming? (Niggaz) sound the same and (Niggaz) Run the games and (Niggaz) entertaining (Niggaz) Trying to save me cause they can't see me Same niggaz ain't even what they're claiming to be But too many super thugs, ain't ready for super slugs My niggaz do super drugs, in the hood with super love While you're playing too dirty; he is playing for keeps Keeping the streets; ducking while I'm serving your heat You rise to this beat, get out your seat (The Villain is coming) Compton's in sort of calm Can't compete, you must've forget, we're the original, crimin-als Bigg Rocc'll pull your files, John Doe got fucking styles So, write it down, remember it, take a picture I give the fuck, my niggaz is quick to get with you We're splitting that He-Talk, We-Talk, C-Walk if we wanna If you was a buster, bend the corner [Chorus: MC Ren X3]