Bring it On

[Intro] Welcome to America [Dr. Khalid Muhammad] Good evening, this is the truth hour And don't you touch that dial Just stay tuned in, to the truth hour I didn't come to lighten up, I came to tighten up [Verse 1] [MC Ren] Niggas, here I come, black nigga, the guerrilla Busting shit, who is it? - it's the Bitch Made Nigga Killa I control the streets, shit is all underground Niggas gotta step the fuck back, when I come around Nigga, fuck the police, the white one, the black one The Mexican, the Japanese can all suck deez Cause how in the fuck can you serve this government? That be plotting to kill niggas, they want to steal niggas Here we are today, 30, 40 million strong Handkerchief-headed niggas saying ain't shit wrong Niggas don't give a fuck about your three strikes That's why I give you hell when I'm busting on the mic I got niggas in the cut of the ninety-one Niggas in the streets selling heaters, I'mma find me one And off them devils off from the shack Fools going crazy cause that nigga Ren is back [Cold 187um] What's up, dawg? - it's on once again, let them fools know When we're coming through, we're straight giving you the voo doo Keep it real, if you like it or you don't Working hard like bugs, straight have know what the fuck we want I bought a house in the suburbs Next to the homie Wade, I made a killing off them birds White folks straight mad as fuck Because I'm rolling in a Benz and a 30.000 dollar truck Yo, I takes mine, yo, when I shakes mine On the real, the government labels me a flatline And Uncle Sam gives a fuck about me That's why I'm spitting in this phase on the Ren LP Yo, he more wicked then a horror flick Think you won't, high powered mandate to a five dollar bitch Yo, they say America the land of the free But the first thing I have seen was slavery, fool [Hook] So is you scared of me? Four hundred and thirty nine years of slavery (Slavery) And we still ain't free But we supposed to act like we're living in harmony (Bring it on, you've got to bring it on) [Verse 2] Triggerman I pledge allegi' to the flag When I'm rolling down the block in my ride But it's ... it's your rag Yeah, I stick hand tight I drop a kit to my nigga in the pen doing ten I put a nigga in a cage, but I'm never on his back While Uncle Sam straight stack I wish they let them fly like the pigeon in the wind But every nigga in the pen alive With one point to get every 3-65 Say you gotta keep up, if you're on the main line You gotta hurt some, while you're in the show-line So if you wanna survive don't let them eyes sleep Even when you hustle on the streets [KM.G] Yeah, break myself never However, I'm in this so scrilla The Clinic gang running thangs up, so I smoke trouble Gathering up at the shack, cause Ren's got my back 187's got a sack, and I got a sack So bring it on, we get the whole country high Above the Law, the crooked letter, and here's the plot Then they get upset, cause we set up shop, in their hoods And start slanging them no goods We should go uptown, and poison the suburbs Have all them white fellows straight going to the curb Instead they slide down to our block [w/ Cold 187um:] Just to get a bit of that Peruvian rock Ain't no gun factories in Gardena Ain't no poppy fields popping out in Pomona I bought my steel from a white man My works from the S-A-M My interiors be looking hitting corners, uh [Hook] [Outro: Dr. Khalid Muhammad] You with me? Cause I got to drop this stuff tonight Because I'm a truth terrorist I'm a knowledge gangster I'm a black history hitman I'm a lie killer, urban guerrilla I gotta be a roughneck I gotta be a roughneck It's the only way I know to go