1995 and Compton's still up in this motherfucker
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Yeah, this album's dedicated to all you real niggaz
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But most of all it's dedicated to you bitch ass niggaz
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Who is it? The bitch made nigga killa
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I'm swingin' on niggaz ever time I feel 'um
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'Cause niggaz walkin' 'round with they're ass out
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So I'll be droppin' funky shit till they pass out
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These bitch made niggaz swingin' on the dick
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Back the fuck up before I have a fit
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I'm peelin' niggaz caps, makin' gang of snaps
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Be true to this shit with hard motherfuckin' raps
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187 bitch slappin' on the track
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Makin' fools break theyself like as if it was a jack
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Keep a big stick just incase I gotta swing
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The heater is the mack, stashed at the shack
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So while your rollin', date is in your force mobile
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Just remember motherfuckers the shit caps I peel
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Niggaz just a piece of cheese for a hood rat
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Falsin' for a hooker and I never understood that
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'Cause it's the same old shit everyday and every night
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'Cause nigga Ren won't put it down if the shit ain't tight
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So listen to the funk as I deal 'um
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To a bitch made nigga, i'm the bitch made nigga killa
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(CHORUS)(2x)
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You know the color the villain's in black
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Bitch made niggaz better watch they back
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You know the color the villain's in black
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Beatin' niggaz ass and it's like that
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And I'm stalkin', walkin' in my khaki suit
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Tryin' to see what niggaz I'm a have to shoot
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This ain't a bang-bang boogie like the new booty flow
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New niggaz tryin' to do the shit I did years ago
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'Cause if it ain't rough it ain't E-motherfuckin' nuff
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You bitch made niggaz, here to call you're bluff
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Pull your ho card, like my nigga cab said
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Crack my big stick up against your damn head
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Yeah, radio suckas never play me
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But you can hear bitch made niggaz on daily
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Ren gonna have to put his foot down
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Motherfuckers ain't gonna like how it's put down
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So mic check one, whatever I don't give a damn
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Me be ready to slam, when I hit the jam
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So yell controversy when I bust a rhyme
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No more irresitable bitch made niggaz in '99
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Black reign is coming, niggaz it's bad weather
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Whenever 187 and Ren get together
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And listen to the funk as I deal a
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Blow to these bitch made niggaz, I'm the bitch made nigga killa
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(CHORUS)
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Hypocrite niggaz always runnin' they mouth
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>From the north, to the east, to the west, and south
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'Cause the freaks come out at night
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And all bitch made niggaz be comin' 'cause you have no friends
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So don't come around playin' double-O 7
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'Cause your ass might get caught in a two-eleven
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Niggaz don't call me 'less the video is poppin'
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Only come around when my new shit's droppin'
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Niggaz ain't nothin' but some hound dogs I betcha
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You bitch made niggaz didn't know I was the bitch catcher
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I'll choke ya with a grip
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Stranglin' motherfuckers not come correct, so don't slip
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Real niggaz don't die, so I'm still alive
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Fuckin' up shit in '94 and '95
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'Cause I'm livin' like a hustler
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Busta, heard you was talkin' that shit so ya musta
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Thought it wouldn't get back to me
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Niggaz ya shoulda thought a million times before you tried to do me
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But listen to this funk as I deal a
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Blow to you bitch made niggaz, I'm the bitch made nigga killa
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You know the color, the villain's in black
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Bitch Made Nigga Killa
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MC Ren |