[Verse 1: MC Ren]
These n*ggas be acting like I f*cked and didn't call them for weeks
Like they wanting a n*gga di*k in between they butt cheeks
They staight b*tchy, without their bleedin' and Kotexes
The villain that go to Texas
n*gga got a plan full of O's and X's
What's your game plan? n*ggas be saying you sabotaging me
But your b*tch be sucking my di*k, she be telling me that you dodging me
Like Piazza, a n*gga gots ta, keep my roster with b*tches sliding home
No licking your sh*t, your b*tch is gone
n*ggas be thinkin' they Makaveli, trying to bring drama
Soon as these n*ggas whoop that ass, you talking Dear Mama
But face to face, these n*ggas be cheesing like Velveeta
Lookin smoked out, hitting more pipes than Peter
Stuck with broke hoes, broke days and bay-bays
Pussies that they be f*cking, used up and sideways
Stretck marks for days, she about two-hun
Gotta get p*ssy drunk, to f*ck her and have fun
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These n*ggas and hoes act the same, can't tell thm apart
Always runnin around, looking for some sh*t to start
These b*tches run they mouth n*gga, constantly
All in mine, n*gga all the time
It ain't my faul that your punk ass broke
Mad, cause you only got stress to smoke
I heard that sh*t that you was plotting, n*gga you can try
To f*ck with MC Ren, but you must be high
[Verse 2: MC Ren]
n*ggas be high because they workin 9 to 5
But the Villain be hibernatin'
Wakin up at 5 PM
You see them n*ggas be b*tchy
Because I won't let them up on my team
And give them a title like Hakeem, I'm peeling caps like tangerines
Telling n*ggas I should break them off chips
Get them in clubs free, and take them on trips
Free loading ass n*ggas lose all they sense
When they think they gone floss off my expense
n*ggas be going corner to corner, bringing up the Vill
Asking questions like the popos, trying to see if I made a mill
Then they take that weak sh*t back to they home for pillow talk
She shaking her head like you telling the truth
But she want your ass to walk
What the f*ck you expected? Always b*tching at me
When she f*cking your ass, n*gga she be seeing me
Go look in the room, a costume for halloween
Of that black n*gga you know who so you can live your dream
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[Verse 3: MC Ren]
I hear your ho punk b*tches talking sh*t, trying to have some say
Tellin'fother hoes they wouldn't give me no time of day
Still living with they mommy, she babysitting while you f*cking
Getting county cheques and money from them n*ggas that you di*k sucking
But n*gga, why these b*tches all in mine?
Why, n*gga, hearin bullsh*t all the time?
Hoes from high school be wishing they coulda got with this di*k
You know how they be in the car-hop clicks, muthaf*cking tricks
Now these hoes jocking, like all up on my style
You broke b*tches, how you like me now?
Acting like making cheese is a muthaf*cking crime
If I said, "Drop your panties", b*tch you drop them in a dime
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