You kiss my black ass because you sucked my dick off
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My balls are fallin out of your mouth when you cough
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This is for the people in the business, the people in the streets
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And most of all it's to the wack muthafuckas with wack beats
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Fools on the streets wish they was in my shoes
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Cause every day they wake up, they see me on the news
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I'm hittin number one the first week that I'm released
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And my muthafuckin business and my bank account increase
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Bitches ride the poke and niggas ride the sack
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So I guess that you can say they're both caught in the impact
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Niggas in my neighborhood ain't about nothin
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The po' broke muthafuckas think I owe em something
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But I don't owe em shit but a 'what's up' for a hello
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And ask for a job, the answer is, "Hell no"
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Go back to the corner with your brew and be angry
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Cause lookin at me crazy, that shit ain't gonna change me
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But some of them are cool, and they know who they are
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The ones that used to kick it with me when I couldn't afford a car
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But the others talk shit behind my back
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The main muthafuckas always sayin they gotta rap
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Wait to make a record like it happens overnight
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But the rhymes are always sloppy and they're never ever tight
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Then they get pissed when I tell them that it's wack
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But Ren ain't a pussy, so step the fuck back
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And kiss my black ass
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I'm tired of rappers with live instruments on the stage
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Save the shit for parades
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And while you're at it, why don't you dress like a clown
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And draw yourself a permanent frown
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Cause the pioneers didn't draw bands in the blueprints
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Because it wouldn't make sense
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Rappers doin this should retire
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Niggas lookin like Earth, Wind & Fire
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People don't go to rap shows, so they can hear a band
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It's like a man tryin to fuck a man
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It defeats the whole purpose
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It's like a fish tryin to swim on the surface
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A big circus, all that's missin is a tent
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Because the shit ain't worth five cents
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So a nigga like Ren'll take a stand
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To say a real rap artist don't need a band
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All you need on the stage is meat and bones
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Save the band shit for Quincy Jones
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And no more singin on the breaks, please
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The shit is spreadin fast like disease
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And for them I'll be a cure, pure
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You know that I know I'm sure
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So I'ma trap on my lure
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Every hypocritical muthafucka that's suckin with the rap
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Give him a real nigga slap
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Kiss my black ass
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Now rappers in the business talk shit behind my back
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Just because their shit ain't sellin and people call it wack
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But when I go to clubs, I get the utmost respect
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Them jealous muthafuckas know I clock crazy checks
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Sayin I wouldn't sell if I didn't cuss
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But while they fuss, I'm goin, gone, they goin dust
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Barely standin the light of the lime
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Life's a bitch with some pussy-ass rhymes
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But they always on my dick when they see me
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I think beneath that point, they wanna be me
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I don't break my neck to be in other niggas' videos
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Standin around like hoes
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But them other niggas gotta do it for pub'
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Because nobody recognize them in the club
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And when they see me they wanna kick it, so people'll stare
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Quit swinging on my dick hairs
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And as soon as I leave, the muthafuckas start yappin
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Run they mouth like a bitch, better than they do rappin
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And I don't need a crew
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Because a crew can't do shit that a real nigga can't do
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So to all y'all niggas that's down with a crew
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How does it feel ot be number two?
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Kissin another nigga's ass so you can slick sign a autograph
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And move people out his path
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And that's the reason I'ma diss you
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Stuff your mouth with tissue
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And kiss my black ass
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Kizz My Black Azz
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MC Ren |