Comin' After You

[Verse 1: MC Ren] In case you didn't know my flows grows for sure I'm making sure you niggas don't try me no more Weak shit you talking and I'm surprised it's selling Ruthless self niggas full of felon's who the fuck you telling Braggin bout money where that shit be at After videos all that shit we never see that Bitches with big asses blunts and big cars Shot calling niggas pissy drunk in them tittie bars Ren assasinating, all of these Wack ass rapping niggas that say they selling keys And pimping hoes and smoking a million blunts a day Shooting a hundred niggas and saying he walked away Without a scratch - some Rambo shit side a head Living with your mama talking about a hundred grand Nigga please, who the fuck you think you talking to Real niggas coming after you, we after you [Hook] (x2) You fake ass ballers who we talkin to (We comin) Lyin on records bout what you do (We comin) The shit y'all doin is played out and through (We comin) You come with that shit we come after you [Verse 2: Ice Cube] It's the Don Daddy with the Villain, who you killing Oh we hate them, come verbatim with this cap peeling Top billin, make a million Paparazzi, chase us through the tunnel in the Maserati Now they got me on Hard Copy didn't have to shoot Versace Yet you still wanna watch me Motherfuckers wait they whole fuckin life and aday Hopin that we can reunite N.W.A All purpose, try to serve us, gettin nervous, more murders Shit can just turn into the service Standin over the carcass You look like the kind of nigga that'd press charges We the largest, we the biggest, we the Niggas, With the Attitudes Wee longitude you latitude, have some gratitude To the niggas that started this shit Been around forever bitch, we smart at this shit Don Mega.. MC Ren.. Ren, Ren! [Hook] [Verse 3: MC Ren] I make the Planet Groove nigga more than BET Yo' bitch tied up phoning home like E.T So kick in that fifty grand Before you find body parts nigga in Japan A motherfucking lyricist nigga top cop I'm makin hits with yo bitch ass talking bout That same old shoot them out I'm smokin fifty blunts That's why your shit ain't coming out for like fifty months Ain't nobody trying to hear your nigga outdated Your wack ass quit tellin niggas that you made it I'm never faded like a ghost Villain disappear Buy some shit to resurrect my dick the next year Ninety eight ninety nine to the earthquake How much garbage these mothefuckers go and make You better shake, fuck that here I come strong Best believe Ren will rock the shit all night long We out [Hook] (x2)