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Verse 1:
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These niggas be actin' like I fucked
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and didn't call 'em for weeks
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Like they wantin' a nigga dick
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in between they butt cheeks
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they staight bitchy
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Without their bleedin' and Kotexes
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The villain that go to Texas
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nigga got a plan full of O's and X's
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What's yo' game plan?
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niggas be sayin' you sabotagin' me
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but yo' bitch be suckin' my dick,
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she be tellin me that you dodgin' me
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Like Piazza, a nigga gots ta,
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keep my roster, with bitches slidin' home,
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no lickin' yo' shit, yo' bitch is gone
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Niggas be thinkin' they Makaveli,
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tryin' to bring drama
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soon as these niggas whoop that ass,
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you talkin' Dear Mama...
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but face to face, these niggas be cheesin' like Velveeta,
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Lookin smoked out,
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hitin mo' pipes than Peter
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Stuck with broke hoes, broke ?? and ??
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pussies that they be fuckin',
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used up and sideways
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stretck marks for days,
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she about two-hun,
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gotta get pissy drunk,
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to fuck her and have fun
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[chorus]
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These niggas and hoes act the same,
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can't tell em apart,
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always runnin 'round
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lookin for some shit to start.
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These bitches run they mouth,
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nigga, constantly
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All in mine, nigga
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All the time
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It aint my fault
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that yo' punk ass broke
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Mad, cuz you only got
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stress to smoke.
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I heard that shit that you was plottin'
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nigga you can try
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to fuck with MC Ren,
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but you must be high
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Verse 2:
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Niggas be high because
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they workin 9 to 5
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But the Villain be hibernatin'
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wakin up at 5... PM
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You see them niggas be bitchy because
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I wont let 'em up on my team
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and give 'em a title like Hakeem,
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I'm peelin' caps like tangerines
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Tellin' niggas I should
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break 'em off chips
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Get 'em in clubs free
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and take 'em on trips
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Free-Loadin' ass niggas
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lose all they sense
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when they think they gon' floss
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off my expense
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Niggas be goin' corner to corner
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bringin' up the bill
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Askin questions like the popos
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tryin to see if I made a mill'
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Then they take that weak shit
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back to they home fo' pillow ??
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She shakin' her head like you tellin the truth
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but she want yo' ass to walk
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What the fuck you expected?
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Always bitchin' at me
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when she fuckin' yo' ass,
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nigga she be seein me.
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Go look in the room,
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a costume, fo' haloween,
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of that black nigga, you know who
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so you can live yo' dream
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*chorus*
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Verse 3:
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I hear yo' ho punk bitches talkin' shit,
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Tryin' to have some say
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Tellin' other hoes they wouldn't
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give me no time of day
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Still livin with they mommy
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She babysittin' while you fuckin
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Gettin county cheques and money
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from them niggas that you dick suckin
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But nigga, why these bitches all in mine?
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Why, nigga, hearin bullshit all the time?
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Hoes from high school be wishin
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they coulda got wit this dick
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You know how they be in the car-hop clicks,
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muthafuckin' tricks
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Now these hoes jockin'
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like all up on my style
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You broke bitches,
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How you like me now?
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Actin' like makin' cheese is a muthafuckin' crime
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If I said "drop yo' panties",
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bitch you drop em in a dime
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*chorus*
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Must be High
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Mc. Ren |