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1. _ Do You Believe
"and you have believed those ideas and concepts"
"and you have believed those ideas and concepts"
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How de fuck can you believe, that people turns to spirits?
Don't run with that bullshit because i don't wanna hear it
The shit that you learned in the church - it only was worth
A bottle of piss, now lemme tell you what you missed :
Jesus was'nt white like the lion devil told you
He's the same devil that brought you from africa and sold you!
Made you take the white men's name and now you're one with the same
Playin' all of his devilish games
Ho' runnin' 'round in 93' with your slavemaster name
Like a fool happy as you can be
Believe it in a burnin' hot hell
But the only hell you got was in the white men's jail cell
The devil owns every fuckin' thing
I doubt you can't make it unless you can tap or fall or sing
Now niggaz will be trippin' 'bout the shit i'm 'bout to speak
How can you go from the streets turnin' to chicks and eatin' pig feet
Lookin' for dope face turnin' to a hog
Mothafuckaz happy you ain't died from the smog
Niggaz got these white devil bitches for the ho's
Don't bring 'em in the room cuz the bitches are doomed
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"and you have believed those ideas and concepts"
"and you have believed those ideas and concepts"
If you see a nigga with a white ho' beat his mothafuckin' ass
Remind a mothafucka of what happend in the past
Let me tell you somethin' that i think you oughta know
He's the same devil that came from ... 30 years ago
Then you got niggaz that's blacker than the night
Runnin' 'round town sayin' their best friends are white
Niggaz like that are gonna hang up from a tree
And burn 'em up aloud and let everybody see
Cuz in 93' we'll come and burn down your store
When niggaz sign up ....... 54'
If you hate the devil you should fall right then
Cuz all we're lookin' for is a few good men
So niggaz here we go here we go it's a trip
The devil seperates you by a blood and a crip
Cuz he knows if you're together yo we'll beat off in his ass
Go to white neighborhood and start to blast
Nigga you believed ..
"and you have believed those ideas and concepts"
"and you have believed those ideas and concepts"
"and you have believed those ideas and concepts"
"and you have believed those ideas and concepts"
"and you have believed those ideas and concepts"
(fade out , cya)
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2. _ 11:55
Because we got the streets suckas
Can you dig it???
I wanna get right to the point
He's here
"he's unique, he's unconquerable."
(repeated)
Mc ren, mc ren is a killa of the crafted men
Twas the night before the ball struck
And all the snakes was outta sight
And of all those cat hangs
And all the solutions
Now it's like do or die
So salute to the battle cry
And all the real niggaz
Step up to the frontline
You don't want two scoops of fruit loops
For the real troops
'cause it's about a quarter to midnight
15 ticks to catch 15 licks in the fizzot
Who lettin' the heads get chopped and mack 10's pop pop
For all those too slow for the tempo of tizzongue
Because all those who can't hang get hung
And those who can't take charge get dault
So come and walk, coming strong
Coming long, 'cause we been down for too damn long
And not a soldier, a soldier
Nigga i thought somebody was older
'cause the days of bein' a slave livin' in the grave is over
Ain't no more that shall overcome 'cause we been overcame
So i'm packin' 'quips full of golds for all you g's trapped in shame
Listen to the sound of the midnight poker chain
Livin' in an underground railroad
Takin' aim and set to cause much pain
So hitch a ride on the midnight trizzain
One million ways to die
So devil don't even try
I'm packed, ready and willin' to get a government killa
So welcome to the land of the drive by
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3. _ Fuck What Ya Heard
Always carryin' a mack 10, know what i'm sayin'?
Ren is a nigga that you don't wanna fuck wit'
Always carryin' a mack 10 know what i'm sayin'?
Ren is a nigga that you don't wanna fuck wit'
In '93 i'm wreckin' shit so you can fuck what ya heard
I'm droppin' plenty shit like a motherfuckin' bird
I steal gangsta boogie if i gets my boogie on
Put my finger in my chrome keeps 'em fuckin' wit' my dome
Tellin' me to shoot all these niggaz that i hear
Bitchin' gossip in my ear, i hear this shit every year
Nigga still talkin' like a bitch
Mad 'cause another nigga tryin' ta get rich
I see ya tellin' niggaz, yo ren is gonna fall
But i think ya dumb ass had too much of the 8 ball
Your own motherfucker don't know
That ren can play ya low, ya didn't know i'd fuck your ho
Now the kid that you're claimin', yo you're very quick to claim
But to me it's just my gear with another fuckin' name
And niggaz wanna know what's the word?
So peep it out, you can fuck what ya heard
(chorus)
Yeah fuck what ya heard, fuck what ya heard, what ya heard
Yeah fuck what ya heard, fuck what ya heard, what ya heard
Always carryin' a mack 10 know what i'm sayin'?
Ren is a nigga that you don't wanna fuck wit'
Always carryin' a mack 10 know what i'm sayin'?
Ren is a nigga that you don't wanna fuck wit'
Niggaz gimme looks like they wanna try and thump
Thinkin' ren is just a chump, in the trunk i got the punk
Shoot it in the crowd, i shoot a niggaz in the back
All my niggaz in the shack started fuckin' in the lack
Some niggaz rolled up and said the truce was dead
Train said fuck it, shot the nigga in the head
And it's on, all y'all niggaz get to your post
Train just killed a nigga so we gotta do a ghost
Dip back to the hood, sip the 40 on the way
'cause the niggaz from my motherfuckin' hood don't play
And ya still wanna know what's the word
Nigga fuck you and fuck what ya heard
(chorus)
Always carryin' a mack 10, know what i'm sayin'?
Ren is a nigga that you don't wanna fuck wit'
Always carryin' a mack 10, know what i'm sayin'?
Ren is a nigga that you don't wanna fuck wit'
He say, she say, who gives a fuck what they say?
Screamin' off at mayday the shit is goin' my way
Niggaz can't believe that i'm so much of a g
'cause i don't let skanky bitches sit up under me
Now y'all niggaz out there y'all swear y'all can scrap
Get your ass kicked makes ya wanna try to rap
Sprung on a ho yo smokin' all your weed
Fuckin' with a bitch that ya really don't need
The click, my niggaz from the click pimps hoes
Rich, train block my nigga, bone and jubee lows
Them fools can't even say a word
'cause a nigga don't give a fuck about what ya heard
(chorus)
Always carryin' a mack 10 know what i'm sayin'?
Ren is a nigga that you don't wanna fuck wit'
(repeat till end)
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4. _ Mayday On The Frontline
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5. _ Shock Of The Hour
(chorus)
Rumdidditty dum dum, rum didditty dum dum
Rum diddity dum dum dum
The shock of the hour, armageddon
Judgment day has come
(laywiy)
Now it license lights with million knights the divides and canyon
The shock of the hour has come to devour the evil, deceivers, and satan
Among shin, among men, you wicked, whisperin' devil
Get deep in the flames of hell for the lies you babble
6 6 6, the mark of the beast and the number of man
Is s, see yes you just confessed the antichrist is caucasian
'cause you made from god and god is man, created on six
The art deceivers made believers outta my people and the crucifix
The symbol of death, the sign of christ, and christa was weak
He came from krishna, god of the hindies, so get weak for your black feet
Now call on your false god, from zeus to borta
To armen, diana, i call on ela
You wastin' for peace for a feast on the blood of kings
You ancient babylon, america, all form in griefs
As the apocalypse, spits your eclipse, engulfed darkness
The dragon is bound in a bottom less pit
Now fear the doom of death, from the tune of ruffiah's trumpet
The return of esop is the legion, the messiah is coming
The angles over hell will chastise with pain
Those who worship deplicit darkness and kept his name
Blesses to the seven souls, 'round the throne from el villione
And pieces how you take this to the prophets and the puzzled
So devils, run here we come, ready to fight
The shock of the hour is power when the clock strikes midnight
(chorus)
(mc ren)
In the twinklin' of an eye, motherfuckers gonna die
Watchin' baby bomber planes rip across the sky
Fallin' on your jesus, comin' for the pork chop
Wake ya out your sleep, shit is deep, about to wreck shop
Bombs goin' down a mile deep, pushin' up a mile high
Nigga ain't allowed to cry while they disbelieve his god
Fakin' with your malcolm x picture on the wall
Motherfuckers shoulda listened when you got your final call
Think your doin' the brothers a favor by buyin' a paper
Shoulda read your paper, it tells ya the devil raped ya
Stripped ya of the scripture, blood ya then he crypt ya
Gave you a corner, some bitches, and called you that nigga
And then he pimped ya
You're mind is a waste, so now you got a taste
The chastise bitch ya shoulda took heed of what the wise said
Now you're bent outta shape with no power
Fuck up and waited for the shock of the hour
(chorus)
(kam)
What's the whole comin' to for someone who was snakes?
Just a gang a rain, hail, snow, and earthquakes, makin' milk shakes
Vanilla killa, 'cause it's judgment day
The kinda shit that turn your baby's hair gray, so you pray
That it stop before you drop, for goodness sake
Damn i'm seein' shit that make pregnant women's water break
Oughta make a run for it but you can't move
You terrified of somethin' that a law had to prove
So there you lie motionless and gave up the ghost
You finally arrived at the day you dreaded most
It's the shock of the hour
(chorus)
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6. _ Mr. Fuck Up
* (not cash money -- mc ren's brother)
My niggaz call me grinch and yes i'm known to be a fuck up
Loaded clip, folded sticks, my lifts and double cuffed up
Put my stick so nigga feel my pockets with the dollar
'cause they rock keep the stock in a private prison parlor
Grinch you did it, your black ass really did it
Give bone the microphone and let him kill it
Give bone the microphone and watch me beat you like a cop
Lil' g from the hall so the maggot won't stop
And plus i'm packin' punches always keep a good grip
My homies call me bone from the whole damn click
I live like a mack and keep the bitches on my dick
You sorry sap sips still hangin' on my shit
Compton is the heart and that's where we all from
The jackin' goin' on in the hood and in the slum
And don't be caught slippin' while we dippin' the 4
'cause ren'll grab his nine and watch him smoke 'em from the door
And then we make a dash and put that ass in the air
True checkin' done by the true fuckin' player
I'm headed to the cut with straight chronic in my pock
Rainin' make 'em kill 'em 'cause i'm servin' 'em spot
And that's how it's done i keep it flowin' like a sailor
My beats are large my feats are star, some called me chuck taylor
Then i call the juvy 'cause i know we gotta coupe
Don't worry 'bout a damn we got the end, we gettin' loot
Then call me mr. dopeman when i'm chillin' in the spot
My niggaz call me bishop when i'm rollin' with my glock
The crackers call me bandit when i'm runnin' from the cops
And the bitches call me daddy when i'm tearin' up the cock
Yo the title's mr. fuck up so i figure that i'm fucked
Got no luck, shit, gotta go and earn a quick buck
Boom boom, is the sound of my cannon
'cause i'm a nigga with a motherfuckin' gun master plannin'
I'm a crazy ass nigga makin' motherfuckers fall
A nigga from the streets hangin' in the fuckin' hall
I place where we smoke bud and niggaz get bent
And when it comes to music put on mc ren shit
Now everybody chillin' and the bitches gettin' freaky
Took a trick to the room now she gots ta lick me
Lickin' out my ass hole like a fuckin' groupie
I'm through now i cleans up and call my nigga juvy
Headin' downstairs my niggaz hand me a 4-o
Smokin' the extension you know it's the indo
Now i'm feelin' high like i'm sittin' on a cloud
The dust that we kick i guess we live our lives foul
Beware of the nigga that they call j-rock
The party's goin' through but i still got my glock
I'm watchin' for the bad apples in every bunch
And if it's necessary motherfucker we can thump
Or get a fuckin' pump, put a hole in your chest
Slugs goin' straight through a bullet proof vest
Matters gettin' worse if i have to drop the dogs
Beat ya in your face yellin' till ya hit the hall
So smalls, get your fuckin' 9 and your clip
And let these motherfuckers know what's up on the whole click
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7. _ Same Ol' Shit
Same old shit every day and every night
Then when it gets dark niggaz get outa sight
Make sure the ak's locked up tight
'cuz ain't no tellin' yo' some shit might pop tonight
"this type o' shit it happends every day" [from la di da di / doug e fresh]
Same old shit every morning when i wake
I'm thinkin' of another bitch's money to take
I start to get dressed, yo my bitch is still asleep
Go put the 9 milimeter gun in the jeep
And let it blow 'em up in hard coffee day
I wish somebody wake 'em up and have somethin' to say
I take out my dick, beat my girl right away
Grab a hand against the bitch and tell her 'have a nice day'
Then go around the corner cuz i fuck her best friend
It ain't a bitch down i don't put my dick in
I can't stay long i gotta hit the blvd.
Put your fist in your pussy bitch and breath real hard
Go to the shack with the g'z that's mega'
Gettin' drunk
Niggaz can't take it alwayz havin' a fit
Yo, but it's the same old shit ..
Same old shit every day and every night
Then when it gets dark niggaz get outa sight
Make sure the ak's locked up tight
'cuz ain't no tellin' yo' some shit might pop tonight
Playin' dominoz, with a nigga and some ho's
Hot pussies and hard dicks it's lappin' big six
At this bitch's house for the very first time
Some niggaz came in and try to take what's mine
Tried to jack and the bitch played it off
She was in it all along, bitch screamin' "what's wrong"
I said what de fuck de mcten start to walk
Unloaded the click and then escaped to the park
I think i had one but i needed to shoot 'em all
Now i'm runnin' like shit - thinkin' 'bout gettin' hit
Now this bitch, that was hunged up with me
Was with these niggaz lettin' off slugs at me
Oh shit can't trust a bitch i should've known
Fuckin' with a ho' now a niggaz cupboard's blown
But i got away without gettin' hit
Yo, cuz it's the same ol' shit
"this type o' shit it happends every day"
"this type o' shit it happends every day"
"this type o' shit it happends every day"
"this type o' shit it happends every day"
Same old shit every day and every night
Then when it gets dark niggaz get outa sight
Make sure the ak's locked up tight
'cuz ain't no tellin' yo' some shit might pop tonight
Four cashious's gonna rain 20%
I gotta pimp n' ho' so i can make up for de rent
Cuz ain't nobody gonna gimme shit if i don't take it
There's too much mothafuckin' money so i'm gonna make it
And when i make it i'm still the same nigga
So quit actin' like a bitch if my pocket's gettin' bigger
I'm pimpin' out my game like greedy told me in de mack
Alwayz watchin' my back, with my godamn gat
I do what i gotta do, i sell my rocks like a slanger
I say "i don't give a fuck" and be a gangbanger
I go back and forth in the penn bitch n' trip
Havin' little mothafuckaz lookin' up to me
Yeah, the shit feels good, i won't lie
A real ass nigga 'till the day i fuckin' die
So pass me the weed so i can take me a hit [of what?]
Of the same old shit ..
Same old shit every day and every night
Then when it gets dark niggaz get outa sight
Make sure the ak's locked up tight
'cuz ain't no tellin' yo' some shit might pop tonight
"this type o' shit it happends every day"
"this type o' shit it happends every day"
"this type o' shit it happends every day"
"this type o' shit it happends every day"
"this type o' shit it happends every day"
"this type o' shit it happends every day"
"this type o' shit it happends every day"
"this type o' shit it happends every day"
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