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[Intro] 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 incomparable [Repeated] MC Ren, MC Ren is a killa of the crafted men [Laywiy] It was the night before the bomb strike 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 submit to the battle cry And all the real niggas step up to the frontline See, we don't want two scoops or fruit loops We looking for real troops Cause it's about a quarter to midnight 15 ticks to catch 15 licks in the fizzot We letting the hatchets chop and the Mac-10's pop pop For all those too slow for the tempo of rizzide Because all those who can't hang get hung And those who can't do the job get thumped So come and walk, coming strong Coming long, cause we been down for too damn long And I'm a soldier, a soldier Nigga I thought somebody told ya Cause the days of being a slave living in the grave is over Ain't no more we shall overcome, cause we been overcame So I'm packing clips full of bullets For all you these years trapped in chains Listen to the sound of the midnight poker chain Rolling on an underground railroad Taking 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 willing to get a devil a killa So welcome to the land of the drive-by