[ VERSE 1: MC Ren ]
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Niggas in the hood lookin at me crazy
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Tellin niggas like they wanna fuck my old lady
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Same fuckin shit every day at 8 o'clock
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Nigga, start my day off raisin off the cock
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I throw the khakis on, with the t-shirt
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Never knowin when a nigga might hit the dirt
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I'm thinkin, how in the fuck can I get high quicker
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Mix the blunt with some muthafuckin malt liquor
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These niggas that I love, I don't trust em, but I stay close to em
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In case I gotta do em
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We from the same set, but that don't mean shit no mo'
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I be premeditatin with the .44 (.44)
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My hoe be tellin a nigga to peel they caps back
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Cause I know where them niggas hide they shit at
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Shit be on my mind, return a shot call
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Broke as fuck, it's about to get hot, y'all
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[ CHORUS: Big Rocc ]
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Niggas starvin while you're home with the mills
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Niggas killin while you're doin dope deals
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Out flossin, throwin 100 $ bills
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Time to set yo ass up for the kill
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Death of a shot caller, who can you trust?
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It might be your number 1 nigga that bust
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A cap, he's the next one to take charge
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Smoke him and his bitch in his backyard
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[ VERSE 2: MC Ren ]
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A nigga's sittin on the curb
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Hear that nigga come bumpin with the suburb
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Got my niggas on point, same niggas he be fuckin hoes with
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And rollin up the blunts when he wanna get lit
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Homie, when that nigga put the mutahfucka in park?
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That's the signal, little nigga, pump 3 in his heart
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Don't feel shit, cause it's real shit, he a bitch
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Niggas in the hood doin bad while he gettin rich
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Off this shit we be killin niggas fo'
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Can't make a move less this muthafucka say so
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Nigga, fuck that, I'm runnin this shit
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I'ma look him in his eyes when his punk-ass gettin hit
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But if you miss, nigga, I'ma kill you
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Cause if he get away, muthafucka, then we all through
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Fuck 3 shots, nigga, add 2
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And handle what the fuck you gotta do
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Kill the shot caller
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Man, you know we been smokin niggas for this muthafucka
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This nigga ain't paid us shit, man
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(I know, dog)
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Hold up, hold up, hold up, dog
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Man, gimme the gat, I - damn
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Hey nigga, you got my muthafuckin money?
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Nigga, fuck yo money, nigga
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No nigga, fuck you
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( *shots* )
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Oh shit, oh shit...
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Damn!
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[ VERSE 3: Tha Chill ]
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These O.G.'s got me twisted like twizzler
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Got me heated and hot, and all I'm thinkin is killin ya
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Peelin ya cap back, like Starter, fool
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I'm comin to get you niggas off my block, so I pack a full
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Glock with big slugs, and you know I buck no doubs
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Cause you know a nigga steelo, how I did them fools a week ago
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One week passed, I'm hearin you wanna wet us
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When you see Ren, Rocc, Tha Chill, you're puttin on the jetters
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What the fuck? These niggas tryin to bust on me?
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So I'm cockin up the can and ready to make them do some gas
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And do some flippin, and all that
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Cause niggas out here shot call, get they ass jacked
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And that's the main fact, big payback for you punk muthafucks
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Disrespectin the crew, it's mandatory that I buck
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Ass down from Comptown, Mr. Shot Caller
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Gonna be a fast faller if he ain't a fast talker
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Fast walker, or better yet better be a fast runner
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Chill on the scope with the cannon, finna gun ya
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Dumpin 9 to the gut like "Nigga, what?"
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This ol' B.G. big baller, fuck the muthafuckin shot caller
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[ CHORUS ]
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Shot Caller
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MC Ren |