| Prisoner like a hostage
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| Yo, you should of covered your muthafucking head like an ostrich
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| Deep in the dirt 'cause you’s a sucker
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| And you ass up high so I can kick the muthafucker
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| Don’t try to hang your best abroad
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| 'Cause my foot will be so far up you ass, you’re get hemroids
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| Before you try to fuck wit Ren
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| I’ll put two in your ass and you’ll be shitting a size 10
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| First come, first serve, whoever’s got the nerve
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| Step up and get what you deserve
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| Other words if a muthafucking hip-hop maniac
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| Brainiac, so what you oughta do is step the fuck back
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| But how the fuck you think a rapper last
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| Wit your ass saying shit that is said in the past
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| Yo, be original, your shit is sloppy
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| Get off the dick you muthafucking carbon copy
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| Falling deep in the drums so many of styles
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| Is one of the reasons a nigga ran a hundred miles
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| Cheating and not beating, the crowd I kept seating
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| But weak muthafuckas biting off and they kept eating
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| Styles that kept them full of bull
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| 'Cause the vocals were local in nightclubs and not getting paid in full
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| They got the nerve to cuss
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| Only reason niggaz pick up your record is cause they thought it was us
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| Yo, giving what I gotta give, doing what I gotta do
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| You don’t care for me, so who gives a fuck about you
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| You can’t harm me, alarm me
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| 'Cause we’re the generals in this fucking hip-hop army
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| The niggaz wit attitudes if you didn’t know
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| We blow, flow and getting loose slow from the get go, yo
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| Try us and take it
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| Yo, fuck this shit, Yella, kick the break in
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| It’s the real thing, you are now real, real niggaz, niggaz
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| You can run but you can’t hide, you know I’m a find’cha
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| 'Cause a nigga like Ren’s only 2 steps behind’cha
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| Don’t look back, 'cause you’re shaking and all scared
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| A nigga in black can be your scariest nightmare
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| So sleep wit the lights on, forget that the mic’s on
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| Don’t step on my muthafucking stage without nike’s on
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| Don’t say it’s psychoand then you just might go
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| Mentally fucked up when I let the right blow
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| All these niggers wit the jibber jabber
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| But couldn’t kill a fly wit a muthafucking sledge hammer
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| Gangstas in black are out there
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| But only because, yo, it’s the shit we wear
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| On my muthafucking dick
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| But I’m a love it when you drop like a muthafucking brick
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| So, yo, step off, go to bed, 'cause if you’re mislead
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| You get a muthafucking bullet in your dome head
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| Black, the good, the bad, the ugly, you see
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| A little streetwise nigga, you know me
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| Rolling wit some real niggaz playing for keeps
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| But you muthafuckas know who run the streets
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| Wit that hardcore hip-hop rap shit
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| (Now how much harder can another nigga get)
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| Trying to be like us, sound like us, dress like us
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| (Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
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| So nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, please
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| Since you’re on the dick why don’t you drop to your knees
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| 'Cause I’m a muthafucka that’s out to kill
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| Eazy-E, a nigga that’s real
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| Real niggaz, straight off the streets of Compton
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| Quick to get in your shit without second thought
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| And if your ass get smoked, it’s my bullet you caught
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| So if you’re talking shit about the niggaz in black
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| Bow down to the King’s and Raider’s hats
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| They played out, that’s what niggaz were chanting
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| One nigga left and they said we ain’t happening
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| People had thought we was finished and then done wit
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| But if you think about it, yo, we really ain’t done shit
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| Yet, so cover your ears and wipe your tears
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| And quit sniffing all over my dick for new ideas
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| And when the new record come, I’ll come like a fucking bomb
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| Asking for fucking money, don’t buy you a fucking crumb
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| You’re on the dicks of four niggaz not one
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| And when it comes to dicks, you don’t even have one
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| So brace yourself to make sure you don’t get fucked up
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| Because if I let you slide, it’s just 'cause you lucked up
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| Don’t come in my face again, because I’m a floor ya
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| And if you’re a bitch, I’m a fucking ignore ya
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| Because my attitudes a little bigga
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| 'Cause MC Ren is one of the real niggaz
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| Lost in a muthafucking world of madness
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| Sadness, but Dre is just a nigga that gladdest
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| Sucking muthafuckas like you, making wack jams
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| Because it only shows you how dope I am
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| Never try to ignore us
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| When I’m expressing, stand still like you’re full of rigamortis
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| 'Cause I’m a real nigga, but I guess you figure
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| You can break me, take me, but watch me pull the trigger
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| Dre is just a nigga wit hard, a nigga that’s smart
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| A nigga that’s pay to say what others are scared to play
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| We started out wit too much cargo
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| So I’m glad we got rid of Benedict Arnold
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| Yo, NWA, criticize for what we say
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| But I’m a do the shit anyway
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| 'Cause I’m the muthafucking doctor, never faking
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| Yo, Yella, kick the muthafucking break in
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| NWA, straight ouut muthafucking Compton
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| Taking over shit in all of the 1990's
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| Yo, Dr. Dre, DJ Yella, Eazy-E
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| And I am MC Ren, yo, NWA taking over this muthafucka y’all |