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Chorus: X2
The saga continues right before your eyes The saga continues cause its do or die The saga continues right before your eyes You know why? (why?) Cause I'm ruthless for life Nigga ten years passed and we still up in that ass Will I make it or continue and Look at all the shit you in Eazy does it like happy like the shit we used to do 5 niggaz comin' out the C-P-T so fuck you Time changed for the good Niggaz in the hood be comin' up feel it Can you set it off, for again, you know you should Yo let's that this shit back To 1989 Where this nigga shoot and bust and niggaz know they couldn't find Dream Team lovers Egyptian fan base Feelin' on the scene, all the fools got erased Threw a mothafuckin' monkey wrench up in the rap game Since I hooked up with E, shit ain't ever been the same Opened up doors for the niggaz that be thinkin That your flows be on tizight Bitin' what I wrizite Jokin' when I recite Feelin' manuscripts When I MC, if it ain't rough it ain't me Chorus X2 Yo mothafuckin' G'z, nigga like Eric Wright You can floss for your bitch, but you know this shit is tight Cause when y'all niggaz started rappin', who'd you try and be? I'ma slap you cause you lying, if you don't be sayin' me Or the other 3, that the FBI be phone tappin' Shoot the government before you niggaz started rappin' Now its ? city, I gotta bomb it like Iraq Use my alias, spend my nights at the shack Ruthless attack all the way to two thou Try to block it out, but you never knew how And when I walk through the crowd I'm seeing mothafucka's bread I hear their bitches sayin' ask MC Ren Makin' fools sway when I roll to King Tet's Because I started cussin' all you fools gettin' checks Ruthless for life, see that be my state of mind Y'all can kiss my black ass one more time Chorus X2 I run a hundred miles just so I can MC Villian want that bomb so I get with L.T. Ain't nothin' changed We find 'em, fuck 'em, then flee While you hatin', pillow talkin', with that bitch, she want me Niggaz weed crazy, Dre and Snoop turned you out Now y'all cristal sippin', y'all niggaz be trippin' Make the West look like ass, all full of shit Invest in drug money, shit, still gettin' in What it take for y'all quit Ruthless got it on lock Y'all shootin' videos tryin' to look like Pac Here we come, here we come, blowin' up your spot My little brother Jubee and the big homie Rock Full circle, all this shit gon' repeat When this shit drop, niggaz clownin' in the streets The saga continues right before your eyes Who really gives a fuck? Cause this is ruthless for life Chorus till end |
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(Intro)
Mhhmmm That's right Take a voyage Where? All the way down Down where? Down where? Down where? (Verse 1) Niggas be thinkin the Villain has stopped givin Compton props Nigga you smokin off that muthafuckin stress That your ass was chokin CPT, I'm straight out, that's my muthafuckin heart You can't tear me apart, they gave a nigga a start It's crazy niggas in that bitch, plenty hoes to match Plenty pussies to fuck, and plenty bitches to catch Niggas be doin what they got to do, family's a need Compton niggas hit that pussy so hard, make it bleed Niggas hittin switches, and movin pounds of dope So cluck-head muthafuckas got they rocks to smoke Niggas be killin other niggas when they get in they path White muthafuckas gives a fuck, they sit back and laugh These undercover tight bitches be playin the tease Got my dick hard as fuck but she want the pennies Niggas be hatin 'cause I'm doin what the fuck they wanna do Niggas still be havin love for you (be havin love) Uhh! (Chorus) Compton (he's back to you) Compton come back to me (he's back to you) I know, I know baby (Verse 2) Niggas be at the park, tryin to set the pussy up for the night Baby you can suck this dick just as long as you don't bite Go back to the crib, we do that soopafly scene Fuck your ass in the tub, rub my dick with vaseline Make my shit stretch all down your throat Quit tryna talk with that shit in your mouth just write a note Or use sign language if you need some air I'll chase your ass around the room, fuck that pussy anywhere I'm just a Compton nigga, no matter where the fuck I be Niggas don't get high, with me, I'm just writin what I see It's reality that's all a real nigga know All that "Slob/Cuzzin" and bullshit - it gots to go All these niggas know, Villain kickin the real I gives a fuck how these muthafuckas feel Niggas hate me 'cause I'm doin what the fuck they wanna do Niggas still be havin love for you (and I know) Check it! (Chorus) Compton (he's back to you) Come back, come back to me, yeah Ohhhhh...(he's back to you) Ohhhhh...I know, I know (he's back to you) Lalalalala...lalalalala Compton, Compton (he's back to you) Come back to me Ohhh...no no no no... (he's back to you) Ohhhh...Compton...Ohhhh... (he's back to you) Ohhh...no no no no no... (he's back to you) Ohhh...Compton come back, come back to me baby I...I wanna tell you baby ohhh...no no no no...lalala...Ohhh...I... Ohhh...Compton...come back to me (he's back to you) |
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These niggas be actin' like I fucked and didn't call 'em for weeks Like they wantin' a nigga dick in between they butt cheeks they staight bitchy Without their bleedin' and Kotexes The villain that go to Texas nigga got a plan full of O's and X's What's yo' game plan? niggas be sayin' you sabotagin' me but yo' bitch be suckin' my dick, she be tellin me that you dodgin' me Like Piazza, a nigga gots ta, keep my roster, with bitches slidin' home, no lickin' yo' shit, yo' bitch is gone Niggas be thinkin' they Makaveli, tryin' to bring drama soon as these niggas whoop that ass, you talkin' Dear Mama... but face to face, these niggas be cheesin' like Velveeta, Lookin smoked out, hitin mo' pipes than Peter Stuck with broke hoes, broke ?? and ?? pussies that they be fuckin', used up and sideways stretck marks for days, she about two-hun, gotta get pissy drunk, to fuck her and have fun [chorus] These niggas and hoes act the same, can't tell em apart, always runnin 'round lookin for some shit to start. These bitches run they mouth, nigga, constantly All in mine, nigga All the time It aint my fault that yo' punk ass broke Mad, cuz you only got stress to smoke. I heard that shit that you was plottin' nigga you can try to fuck with MC Ren, but you must be high Verse 2: Niggas be high because they workin 9 to 5 But the Villain be hibernatin' wakin up at 5... PM You see them niggas be bitchy because I wont let 'em up on my team and give 'em a title like Hakeem, I'm peelin' caps like tangerines Tellin' niggas I should break 'em off chips Get 'em in clubs free and take 'em on trips Free-Loadin' ass niggas lose all they sense when they think they gon' floss off my expense Niggas be goin' corner to corner bringin' up the bill Askin questions like the popos tryin to see if I made a mill' Then they take that weak shit back to they home fo' pillow ?? She shakin' her head like you tellin the truth but she want yo' ass to walk What the fuck you expected? Always bitchin' at me when she fuckin' yo' ass, nigga she be seein me. Go look in the room, a costume, fo' haloween, of that black nigga, you know who so you can live yo' dream *chorus* Verse 3: I hear yo' ho punk bitches talkin' shit, Tryin' to have some say Tellin' other hoes they wouldn't give me no time of day Still livin with they mommy She babysittin' while you fuckin Gettin county cheques and money from them niggas that you dick suckin But nigga, why these bitches all in mine? Why, nigga, hearin bullshit all the time? Hoes from high school be wishin they coulda got wit this dick You know how they be in the car-hop clicks, muthafuckin' tricks Now these hoes jockin' like all up on my style You broke bitches, How you like me now? Actin' like makin' cheese is a muthafuckin' crime If I said "drop yo' panties", bitch you drop em in a dime *chorus* |
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(feat. Big Rocc & Tha Chill)
[ VERSE 1: MC Ren ] Niggas in the hood lookin at me crazy Tellin niggas like they wanna fuck my old lady Same fuckin shit every day at 8 o'clock Nigga, start my day off raisin off the cock I throw the khakis on, with the t-shirt Never knowin when a nigga might hit the dirt I'm thinkin, how in the fuck can I get high quicker Mix the blunt with some muthafuckin malt liquor These niggas that I love, I don't trust em, but I stay close to em In case I gotta do em We from the same set, but that don't mean shit no mo' I be premeditatin with the .44 (.44) My hoe be tellin a nigga to peel they caps back Cause I know where them niggas hide they shit at Shit be on my mind, return a shot call Broke as fuck, it's about to get hot, y'all [ CHORUS: Big Rocc ] Niggas starvin while you're home with the mills Niggas killin while you're doin dope deals Out flossin, throwin 100 $ bills Time to set yo ass up for the kill Death of a shot caller, who can you trust? It might be your number 1 nigga that bust A cap, he's the next one to take charge Smoke him and his bitch in his backyard [ VERSE 2: MC Ren ] A nigga's sittin on the curb Hear that nigga come bumpin with the suburb Got my niggas on point, same niggas he be fuckin hoes with And rollin up the blunts when he wanna get lit Homie, when that nigga put the mutahfucka in park? That's the signal, little nigga, pump 3 in his heart Don't feel shit, cause it's real shit, he a bitch Niggas in the hood doin bad while he gettin rich Off this shit we be killin niggas fo' Can't make a move less this muthafucka say so Nigga, fuck that, I'm runnin this shit I'ma look him in his eyes when his punk-ass gettin hit But if you miss, nigga, I'ma kill you Cause if he get away, muthafucka, then we all through Fuck 3 shots, nigga, add 2 And handle what the fuck you gotta do Kill the shot caller Man, you know we been smokin niggas for this muthafucka This nigga ain't paid us shit, man (I know, dog) Hold up, hold up, hold up, dog Man, gimme the gat, I - damn Hey nigga, you got my muthafuckin money? Nigga, fuck yo money, nigga No nigga, fuck you ( *shots* ) Oh shit, oh shit... Damn! [ VERSE 3: Tha Chill ] These O.G.'s got me twisted like twizzler Got me heated and hot, and all I'm thinkin is killin ya Peelin ya cap back, like Starter, fool I'm comin to get you niggas off my block, so I pack a full Glock with big slugs, and you know I buck no doubs Cause you know a nigga steelo, how I did them fools a week ago One week passed, I'm hearin you wanna wet us When you see Ren, Rocc, Tha Chill, you're puttin on the jetters What the fuck? These niggas tryin to bust on me? So I'm cockin up the can and ready to make them do some gas And do some flippin, and all that Cause niggas out here shot call, get they ass jacked And that's the main fact, big payback for you punk muthafucks Disrespectin the crew, it's mandatory that I buck Ass down from Comptown, Mr. Shot Caller Gonna be a fast faller if he ain't a fast talker Fast walker, or better yet better be a fast runner Chill on the scope with the cannon, finna gun ya Dumpin 9 to the gut like "Nigga, what?" This ol' B.G. big baller, fuck the muthafuckin shot caller [ CHORUS ] |
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(MC Ren:)
I fuck so good I make dike bitches straight and give em mo love jones then Lorenz' tape Nigga outta state been to every nigga hood gets treated like Farhekahn, the shit is all good Niggaz be on their knees like their ready to suck a dick beggin Like niggaz about to beat they ass caught for bootleggin The Villain be havin keys to black holes in space hoes beggin a nigga to lick my nuts for a taste Dick be so huge, givin em over bites like Monefa, Be hard to leave the room when she undress that black moon, My shit explodin more than Timothy McVeigh, fuck with me I'll take yo ass off the L like K day Compton niggaz fighting more than MGM Grand fucking bitches looking like the real Roxanne Niggaz know they can't fuck with me, It's CPT all day howz it gone be niggaz? (T-Girl:) Chorus: Niggaz in Compton don't give a mad fuck, where the fuck you from nigga what the fuck up? CPT nigga that's how it gotta be call my niggaz from the from the Hub if you wanna fuck with me. Niggaz in Compton don't give a mad fuck, where the fuck you from nigga what the fuck up? CPT nigga that's how it gotta be call my niggaz from the from the Hub if you wanna fuck with me. (MC Ren:) I don't be givin a fuck I be making these niggaz/bitches pissy comin at me with that bullshit yall can miss me, A REAL NIGGA You know yall niggaz used to wanna be, to hard motherfuckers like me and E [Eazy-E], Full of freaky tails like Short, Gotta killa appettite, Yo bitch chose me cause I could fuck her all night You niggaz worse than Deangelo bitin Prince or heavy D biting Biggy, I'll slap yo ass silly Real niggaz made Will Smith leave Philly not Jada These bitch niggaz turnin into Ren hatas Cause I still get paid for writing that street shit that they play that make mothufukkas start fightin So come on, hop on my nuts like everybody did Greenbay, still won't believe it like the screenplay, You wack niggaz tryin to walk around proud you muthufukkin groupies aint allowed. (T-Girl:) Chorus: Niggaz in Compton don't give a mad fuck, where the fuck you from nigga what the fuck up? CPT nigga that's how it gotta be call my niggaz from the from the Hub if you wanna fuck with me. Niggaz in Compton don't give a mad fuck, where the fuck you from nigga what the fuck up? CPT nigga that's how it gotta be call my niggaz from the from the Hub if you wanna fuck with me. (MC Ren:) I gives a fuck, you niggaz mad cause I made your bitch hot, I saw you slap her ass in the parking lot Compton niggaz like me be born macks add it to this fuckin nigga if you wore black Gang shit change, Compton still the shit niggaz know In this rap shit Compton Niggaz all pro That street shit, yall niggaz know who made the best Compton niggaz holding down the whole fucking west Nobody tryin to see yo ass like that movie Booty Call mo suave than MJG and 8ball Niggaz mo bitchy than that nigga Genuwine the bitches are free, but stupid niggaz buy the wine Compton niggaz be takin pussy, on GP or they be down to suck yo dick if you MC But if you aint the viialin hold yo dick in yo hand tell em give me The bitches strip tease like Demi. (T-Girl:) Chorus: Niggaz in Compton don't give a mad fuck, where the fuck you from nigga what the fuck up? CPT nigga that's how it gotta be call my niggaz from the from the Hub if you wanna fuck with me. Niggaz in Compton don't give a mad fuck, where the fuck you from nigga what the fuck up? CPT nigga that's how it gotta be call my niggaz from the from the Hub if you wanna fuck with me. (MC Ren:) Bitch niggaz that's how it gotta be (T-Girl:) Punk bitches that's how it gotte be (MC Ren:) Bitch niggaz that's how it gotta be Call my niggaz from the Hub if you wanna fuck with me. (T-Girl:) Punk bitches that's how it gotta be (MC Ren:) Bitch niggaz that's how it gotta be (T-Girl:) Punk bitches that's how it gotta be Call my niggaz from the Hub if you wanna fuck with me. |
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