[MC Ren:]
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Ren is the villain and you're just an hostage
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So whenever I'm steppin cover your head like an ostrich
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Groupies been waitin for this, suckers been hatin for this
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You know why ? Because so many are relatin to this
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Jealous is how they feel it intentionally
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But they start to love it becoz I made it eventually
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Pumpin the music I keep the music like pumpin
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Coz Ren ain't in here for nuthin, I keep the average crowd jumpin
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Yo, you know the color, the villain's in black
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Always down to make noise, and attack
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So you better get back unless you wanna come with it
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And make your face like a target and close your eyes when I hit it
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You're screamin with fear but it's with fear that you're screamin
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You're wakin up in a sweat coz Ren is givin bad dreams and
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I'm not schemin, I'm just tellin the facts
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That's how it is when N.W.A. starts to jack
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So brothers that wanna scrap with me
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That sweezin and sneezin will have to lap with me
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Especially beggin to write some lyrics with me
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I just snatch your girl to take a nap with me
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Coz when it comes to Ren there's no comparison
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And if you try to be me, it's quite embarassin
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But I understand coz you're mentally slow
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Coz I can tell from the jump you're too nervous to go
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If it aint' ruff it ain't me (scratch)
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[Tha gangsta's black and he's about to attack]
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If it ain't ruff it ain't me (scratch)
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Lemme bust a freestyle here [Allright then]
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I can tell that you're afraid to fight me
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Simple because you lost the crowd and they had to invite me
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Becoz you're sweat as a puddle but there's a puddle o' sweat
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I'm a threath, so get a cold rag and wipe your neck
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And clean the dirt off your face that calls acne
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It's ridiculous thinkin that you can jack me
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This is the round where the punch will go
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Until ya A G-A-T that's known as a flow
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I'm makin a point but it's a point that I'm makin
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Like, see, I'm hatin the fakin I keep the suckers like shakin
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Scared to speak with a tongue and they're chozen
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The sound of my voice in their ear and they're frozen
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This is a battle to the death, it's like the [?? same ol' ??]
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Against a brother on a tip, with [??]
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Givin a pain but it's with pain that I'm givin
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But I'm comparin and tearin'em but I'm makin a livin
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With the hype of a 9 Volt battery
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And the odds for me to conquer is averagely good
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Meanin I'm a flow
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I'm from the streets so, yo, I'm ready to go
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If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Yo Ren]
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[Tha gangsta's black and he's about to attack]
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If it ain't ruff it ain't me
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[Man whatcha gonna do now ?] [get funky]
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The 'do not disturb' sign is in effect
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While I'm thinkin of a fool to select
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To give the victim the verdict so for the verdict a victim
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Slammin my vocals on a dance with the rest then I kick them
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Tell'em they're guilty, and beep out the bailer
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And get a new track o' drums so I can play with
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Percussion; pumpin it loud when I perform
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Yo, you wanna play in my game, put on a uniform
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It ain't a rule in the book you have to go by
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Hey, coz when it comes to cheatin yo you should know I
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For fear in the hearts coz it's the hearts full of fear
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Coz what you hear in your ear is something funky and clear
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The hump was incredible yo but Ren he was super
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But now I'm ruthless, a civilian and not a trooper
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But a soldier with a top rankin
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Givin dope material, the hell with the gankin
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So play like an airplane and just jet
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And keep your blood pressure low coz I'm a [??], if not
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I'm afraid of the show
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That you're a sucker and you're too nervous to go
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If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Yo Ren]
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[The gangsta's black and he's about to attack]
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If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Yo Ren]
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[The gangsta's black] If it ain't... If it ain't
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[scratching]
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If It Ain't Ruff
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N.W.A. |