Artist: MC Ren f/ Bigg Rocc, Goldie Loc, Tray Deee Album: Renincarnated * Song: Real Talk (Bonus Track) Typed by: dy_face@hotmail.com * this track was only on the cassette version of Renincarnated [Intro: Tray Deee] Yeah, yeah, aiy y'all (What?) They said they was coming to get us (Who?) Ha ha ha ha (where they at?) Come on (*Gun cocked*) We stay ready, you niggaz can't fuck with this shit Ha ha, y'all didn't know me, I mean We live, eat and breathe, sleeve this gangster shit, nigga (*Gun Cocked*) And dream that shit [Verse One: MC Ren] Who wants, them niggaz that be making niggaz shit all day? Groopie niggaz be trying to come up, no way Motherfucking Villain don't play This ain't no fucking Hip-Hop parade (*Gun cocked*) We're just some niggaz from the streets You motherfuckers be talking like Villain won't eat Look at your bitch, she about to leave you to get to me Motherfucking Villain with Goldie Loc and Tray Deee (*Gun cocked*) Deee (*Gun cocked*) Deee (*Gun cocked*) We be keeping these bitches up out they distance Bitch niggaz be staring but they don't want attempt us Compton niggaz be acting crazy like Eighty Seven Who the motherfuckers? - we're the motherfuckers (*Gun cocked*) Take the whole West Coast then shut down the Ruckus With motherfucking Low-riders, fast bikes and truckers (*Gun Shot*) I'm the motherfucking Villain, Fuck! these other fools Can't fuck with this, they got me pissed (*3 Gun Shot*) [Chorus: Bigg Rocc] We're on the East Side, where my niggaz ride Robberies, homicides, making mamas cry You say who am I to be talking this? We're just some gangbang niggaz on that thug shit (*Gun cocked*) So who you're fucking with? - my nigga Tray Deee Goldie Loc, my nigga 'Ren about to creep You finna crap out, I've seen a snake eye And your fear in your face cause you about to die [Verse Two: Tray Deee] I carried in the coast chaos across America Hardheaded nigga, never carried a Derringer Hard large caliber, hard to cause a massacre (*Gun cocked*) Make my heat up pick quick like Abracadabra Hit you when the passenger, laughing as we blast at ya With more storm troopers then the battle starts galactic-a (*Gun Shot*) Blowing up your subways, stopping up the tunnel Fuck the microphone, bring your chrome to the rumble (*Gun cocked*) Turning up the silver, satin about to get bang out Bright when we light it, have them put the flames out Turning out the Award Show snatching your platinum Better stay up in them Hollywood suites and the mansions (*Gun cocked*) Have my brain been giving all you niggaz a warning We stay out in the streets so we gonn' get you regardless (*Gun Shot*) And ain't no way to run cause we united and stretched And if you want some real shit, you ride with the west then (*Gun cocked*) [Chorus: Bigg Rocc] [Verse Three: Goldie Loc] Ha ha, speaking my intuition, just listen to my mack sense Telling my life story, getting series with this (For real) I got a problem; would you hate me cum? And running with this scum and drum Fill you up with hollow points and get your lungs with the dump (*Gun Cocked*) We're from the city, where the city gets shitty Hitting off brand niggaz, get filled up with fifty (*Bullets Sprayed*) Slugs to the back of your window Stick to the script, so your ass won't get hit with this (*Gun cocked*) Somebody stop me cause I'm making too much noise down a one way Swerving cracked the sun roof, let them hear this .38 (*Gun Shots*) The streets is getting thicker and sicker To be exact my nigga, they want us out to picture (*Gun cocked*) Live it to the fullest, don't make me expose game Close up that chapter, and clip off the loose strange (*Gun Shot*) Bend your back and get brand up in Take the dick with the Gin, then turn back in the friends (*Gun cocked*) You fucking bitch nigga [Chorus: Bigg Rocc]