1.Ruthless For Life
Chorus：x2
The saga continues right before your eyes
The saga continues cause its do or die
The saga continues right before your eyes
You know why？ (why？)
Cause i'm ruthless for life
Nigga ten years passed and we still up in that ass
Will i make it or continue and
Look at all the shit you in
Eazy does it like happy like the shit we used to do
5 niggaz comin' out the c-p-t so fuck you
Time changed for the good
Niggaz in the hood be comin' up feel it
Can you set it off, for again, you know you should
Yo let's that this shit back
To 1989
Where this nigga shoot and bust and niggaz know they couldn't
find
Dream team lovers
Egyptian fan base
Feelin' on the scene, all the fools got erased
Threw a mothafuckin' monkey wrench up in the rap game
Since i hooked up with e, shit ain't ever been the same
Opened up doors for the niggaz that be thinkin
That your flows be on tizight
Bitin' what i wrizite
Jokin' when i recite
Feelin' manuscripts
When i mc, if it ain't rough it ain't me
Chorus x2
Yo mothafuckin' g'z, nigga like eric wright
You can floss for your bitch, but you know this shit is tight
Cause when y'all niggaz started rappin', who'd you try and be？
I'ma slap you cause you lying, if you don't be sayin' me
Or the other 3, that the fbi be phone tappin'
Shoot the government before you niggaz started rappin'
Now its ？ city, i gotta bomb it like iraq
Use my alias, spend my nights at the shack
Ruthless attack all the way to two thou
Try to block it out, but you never knew how
And when i walk through the crowd
I'm seeing mothafucka's bread
I hear their bitches sayin' ask mc ren
Makin' fools sway when i roll to king tet's
Because i started cussin' all you fools gettin' checks
Ruthless for life, see that be my state of mind
Y'all can kiss my black ass one more time
Chorus x2
I run a hundred miles just so i can mc
Villian want that bomb so i get with l.t.
Ain't nothin' changed
We find 'em, fuck 'em, then flee
While you hatin', pillow talkin', with that bitch, she want me
Niggaz weed crazy, dre and snoop turned you out
Now y'all cristal sippin', y'all niggaz be trippin'
Make the west look like ass, all full of shit
Invest in drug money, shit, still gettin' in
What it take for y'all quit
Ruthless got it on lock
Y'all shootin' videos tryin' to look like pac
Here we come, here we come, blowin' up your spot
My little brother jubee and the big homie rock
Full circle, all this shit gon' repeat
When this shit drop, niggaz clownin' in the streets
The saga continues right before your eyes
Who really gives a fuck？
Cause this is ruthless for life
Chorus till end
2.Who In The Fuck
A natural fact：
That i pimp tracks and freak around
The game got cracks in them pipes,
It's leakin' town
My lines blow yo' mind,
Yo' senses remain puzzled
Attacked by the weight of the bass
In yo' chest,
Eightball, mjg, mc ren,
Nevertheless
'cause we's the most
My real-ass lizards,
Let's make a toast,
And sing aloud to bustas,
And force 'em to get ghost
And coast to coast
We shows loves in network,
While some try to impress people
And get hurt.
Deep thoughts cloud my conscience
As i curl,
Up in the corner on hand,
And then i hurl
Call my girl
Tell her i'm drunk
And can't make it
I tried to drink the whole damn bar
And couldn't take it
That's aiight!
'cause come sunrise,
I'm still rollin
My nuts the only title i'm claimin'
And still holdin'
Now who in the fuck
Wanna come and represent？
You bitch ass niggaz,
Y'all be too hesitant
I, take my black ass
Down to the south
Bitches wanna fuck me
While i'm in the suave house
Nigga, who in the fuck
Wanna come and represent？
Oh, i know you suck that dick,
Acting too hesitant
We, mjg, eightball, villain,
Make that straight nigga shit,
That's how these niggaz feelin', uh.
Guess wo popped up,
Straight up out the cuts
With lyrical buckshots
Spillin' all a nigga guts
Touch whoever witness,
Strays when i displays,
A thousand different ways to get paid
With a phrase
Days go by,
I be hibernatin' gettin' high
Dreamin' 'bout l.a.
Penetratin' somethin' fly
Down in h-town,
Or somewhere in the mound,
All eyes on me, baby,
'cause i get around
We be like, connected
Weak-ass niggaz get ejected
Ooze like slime,
Dig this hines when we wreck shit
Uncut, coast to coast,
Slangin' audio dope
Manglin' mcs, leavin' 'em,
Danglin' from ropes
Boast, tryin' to be doper than most,
In my profession
Me and the villain, microphone killin'
No blood spillin'
Phat raps with much cheddar
In the tellers,
Eightball and mjg and mc ren,
Foreva!
＊chorus＊
Fuck that, bitches, the villain be
Out in houston, tex.,
To fuck with them niggaz from suave
Who wanna flex.
Bitch niggaz got kidnapped,
With dicks in they mouth,
Fo' fuckin' compton niggaz, and
Niggaz from down south,
Eightball, mjg, where you at,
Space agent？
Y'all prob'ly got all the bitches pagin'
Suckin' 'casian.
Writin' left nuts,
Chapstick and lips,
While bitch-ass niggaz spendin' chips,
Just to see the hips
South-west connection,
Bitches bow tha fuck down
Fuck how them other niggaz sound
Villain be hated by niggaz because
They bitches pussies throb
Ready to slap that ho,
Every time a head bob, niggaz be killin' me,
Got that nigga t-mixx,
Pull the fuckin' remix
If these words don't hurt you,
Nigga, got them stones and sticks,
And some compton-ass niggaz
To make you fade to black
With some crazy houston niggaz
In the cut in the back
＊chorus＊
Fade to end
3.Nigga Called Ren
4.Comin' After You
In case you didn't know my flows grows for sure
I'm makin sure you niggaz don't try me no mo'
Weak shit you talkin and i'm surprised it's sellin
Ruthless self niggaz full of felon's who the fuck you tellin
Braggin bout money where that shit be at
After videos all that shit we never see that
Bitches with big asses blunts and big cars
Shot callin niggaz pissy drunk in them tittie bars
Ren assasinatin, all of these
Wack ass rappin niggaz that say they sellin keys
And fuckin hoes and smokin a million blunts a day
Shooting a hundred niggaz and saying he walked away without a
scratch
Some rambo shit side a head
Livin with yo' mama talkin bout a hundred grand
Nigga please, who the fuck you think you talkin to
Real niggaz comin after you, we after you
You fake ass ballers who we talkin to
(we comin) lyin on records bout what you do
(we comin) the shit y'all doin is played out and through
(we comin) you come with that shit we come after you
It's the don daddy with the villain, who you killin
Oh we hate em, come verbatim with this cap peelin
Top billin, make a million
Paparazzi, chase us through the tunnel in the maserati
Now they got me on hard copy didn't have to shoot versace
Yet you still wanna watch me
Motherfuckers wait they whole fuckin life and aday
Hopin that we can reunite n.w.a.
All purpose, try to serve us, gettin nervous, mo' murders
Shit can just turn into the service
Standin over the carcass
You look like the kind of nigga that'd press charges
We the largest, we the biggest, we the niggaz, with the
attitudes
Wee longitude you latitude, have some gratitude
To the niggaz that started this shit
Been around forever bitch, we smart at this shit
Don mega.. mc ren.. ren, ren!
I make the planet groove nigga mo' than bet
Yo' bitch tied up phoning home like e.t.
So kick in that fifty grand
Before you find body parts nigga in japan
A motherfuckin lyricist nigga top cop
I'm makin hits with yo bitch ass talkin bout
That same old shoot em out i'm smokin fifty blunts
That's why yo' shit ain't comin out for like fifty months
Ain't nobody tryin to hear your nigga outdated
Your wack ass quit tellin niggaz that you made it
I'm never faded like a ghost villain disappear
Buy some shit to resurrect my dick the next year
Ninety eight ninety nine to the earthquake
How much garbage these mothefuckers go and make
You better shake, fuck that here i come strong
Best believe ren will rock the shit all night long
(best believe) we out
5.Voyage To Compton
(intro)
Mhhmmm
That's right
Take a voyage
Where？
All the way down
Down where？
Down where？
Down where？
(verse 1)
Niggas be thinkin the villain has stopped givin compton props
Nigga you smokin off that muthafuckin stress
That your ass was chokin
Cpt, i'm straight out, that's my muthafuckin heart
You can't tear me apart, they gave a nigga a start
It's crazy niggas in that bitch, plenty hoes to match
Plenty pussies to fuck, and plenty bitches to catch
Niggas be doin what they got to do, family's a need
Compton niggas hit that pussy so hard, make it bleed
Niggas hittin switches, and movin pounds of dope
So cluck-head muthafuckas got they rocks to smoke
Niggas be killin other niggas when they get in they path
White muthafuckas gives a fuck, they sit back and laugh
These undercover tight bitches be playin the tease
Got my dick hard as fuck but she want the pennies
Niggas be hatin 'cause i'm doin what the fuck they wanna do
Niggas still be havin love for you (be havin love)
Uhh!
(chorus)
Compton (he's back to you)
Compton come back to me (he's back to you)
I know, i know baby
(verse 2)
Niggas be at the park, tryin to set the pussy up for the night
Baby you can suck this dick just as long as you don't bite
Go back to the crib, we do that soopafly scene
Fuck your ass in the tub, rub my dick with vaseline
Make my shit stretch all down your throat
Quit tryna talk with that shit in your mouth just write a note
Or use sign language if you need some air
I'll chase your ass around the room, fuck that pussy anywhere
I'm just a compton nigga, no matter where the fuck i be
Niggas don't get high, with me, i'm just writin what i see
It's reality that's all a real nigga know
All that 'slob／cuzzin' and bullshit - it gots to go
All these niggas know, villain kickin the real
I gives a fuck how these muthafuckas feel
Niggas hate me 'cause i'm doin what the fuck they wanna do
Niggas still be havin love for you (and i know)
Check it!
(chorus)
Compton (he's back to you)
Come back, come back to me, yeah
Ohhhhh...(he's back to you)
Ohhhhh...i know, i know
(he's back to you)
Lalalalala...lalalalala
Compton, compton (he's back to you)
Come back to me
Ohhh...no no no no...
(he's back to you)
Ohhhh...compton...ohhhh...
(he's back to you)
Ohhh...no no no no no...
(he's back to you)
Ohhh...compton come back, come back to me baby
I...i wanna tell you baby ohhh...no no no
no...lalala...ohhh...i...
Ohhh...compton...come back to me
(he's back to you)
6.Must Be High
Verse 1：
These niggas be actin' like i fucked
And didn't call 'em for weeks
Like they wantin' a nigga dick
In between they butt cheeks
They staight bitchy
Without their bleedin' and kotexes
The villain that go to texas
Nigga got a plan full of o's and x's
What's yo' game plan？
Niggas be sayin' you sabotagin' me
But yo' bitch be suckin' my dick,
She be tellin me that you dodgin' me
Like piazza, a nigga gots ta,
Keep my roster, with bitches slidin' home,
No lickin' yo' shit, yo' bitch is gone
Niggas be thinkin' they makaveli,
Tryin' to bring drama
Soon as these niggas whoop that ass,
You talkin' dear mama...
But face to face, these niggas be cheesin' like velveeta,
Lookin smoked out,
Hitin mo' pipes than peter
Stuck with broke hoes, broke ？？ and ？？
Pussies that they be fuckin',
Used up and sideways
Stretck marks for days,
She about two-hun,
Gotta get pissy drunk,
To fuck her and have fun
These niggas and hoes act the same,
Can't tell em apart,
Always runnin 'round
Lookin for some shit to start.
These bitches run they mouth,
Nigga, constantly
All in mine, nigga
All the time
It aint my fault
That yo' punk ass broke
Mad, cuz you only got
Stress to smoke.
I heard that shit that you was plottin'
Nigga you can try
To fuck with mc ren,
But you must be high
Verse 2：
Niggas be high because
They workin 9 to 5
But the villain be hibernatin'
Wakin up at 5... pm
You see them niggas be bitchy because
I wont let 'em up on my team
And give 'em a title like hakeem,
I'm peelin' caps like tangerines
Tellin' niggas i should
Break 'em off chips
Get 'em in clubs free
And take 'em on trips
Free-loadin' ass niggas
Lose all they sense
When they think they gon' floss
Off my expense
Niggas be goin' corner to corner
Bringin' up the bill
Askin questions like the popos
Tryin to see if i made a mill'
Then they take that weak shit
Back to they home fo' pillow ？？
She shakin' her head like you tellin the truth
But she want yo' ass to walk
What the fuck you expected？
Always bitchin' at me
When she fuckin' yo' ass,
Nigga she be seein me.
Go look in the room,
A costume, fo' haloween,
Of that black nigga, you know who
So you can live yo' dream
＊chorus＊
Verse 3：
I hear yo' ho punk bitches talkin' shit,
Tryin' to have some say
Tellin' other hoes they wouldn't
Give me no time of day
Still livin with they mommy
She babysittin' while you fuckin
Gettin county cheques and money
From them niggas that you dick suckin
But nigga, why these bitches all in mine？
Why, nigga, hearin bullshit all the time？
Hoes from high school be wishin
They coulda got wit this dick
You know how they be in the car-hop clicks,
Muthafuckin' tricks
Now these hoes jockin'
Like all up on my style
You broke bitches,
How you like me now？
Actin' like makin' cheese is a muthafuckin' crime
If i said 'drop yo' panties',
Bitch you drop em in a dime
＊chorus＊
7.So Whatcha Want
8.Shot Caller
Niggas in the hood lookin at me crazy
Tellin niggas like they wanna fuck my old lady
Same fuckin shit every day at 8 o'clock
Nigga, start my day off raisin off the cock
I throw the khakis on, with the t-shirt
Never knowin when a nigga might hit the dirt
I'm thinkin, how in the fuck can i get high quicker
Mix the blunt with some muthafuckin malt liquor
These niggas that i love, i don't trust em, but i stay close to
em
In case i gotta do em
We from the same set, but that don't mean shit no mo'
I be premeditatin with the .44 (.44)
My hoe be tellin a nigga to peel they caps back
Cause i know where them niggas hide they shit at
Shit be on my mind, return a shot call
Broke as fuck, it's about to get hot, y'all
Niggas starvin while you're home with the mills
Niggas killin while you're doin dope deals
Out flossin, throwin 100 $ bills
Time to set yo ass up for the kill
Death of a shot caller, who can you trust？
It might be your number 1 nigga that bust
A cap, he's the next one to take charge
Smoke him and his bitch in his backyard
A nigga's sittin on the curb
Hear that nigga come bumpin with the suburb
Got my niggas on point, same niggas he be fuckin hoes with
And rollin up the blunts when he wanna get lit
Homie, when that nigga put the mutahfucka in park？
That's the signal, little nigga, pump 3 in his heart
Don't feel shit, cause it's real shit, he a bitch
Niggas in the hood doin bad while he gettin rich
Off this shit we be killin niggas fo'
Can't make a move less this muthafucka say so
Nigga, fuck that, i'm runnin this shit
I'ma look him in his eyes when his punk-ass gettin hit
But if you miss, nigga, i'ma kill you
Cause if he get away, muthafucka, then we all through
Fuck 3 shots, nigga, add 2
And handle what the fuck you gotta do
Kill the shot caller
Man, you know we been smokin niggas for this muthafucka
This nigga ain't paid us shit, man
(i know, dog)
Hold up, hold up, hold up, dog
Man, gimme the gat, i - damn
Hey nigga, you got my muthafuckin money？
Nigga, fuck yo money, nigga
No nigga, fuck you
( ＊shots＊ )
Oh shit, oh shit...
Damn!
These o.g.'s got me twisted like twizzler
Got me heated and hot, and all i'm thinkin is killin ya
Peelin ya cap back, like starter, fool
I'm comin to get you niggas off my block, so i pack a full
Glock with big slugs, and you know i buck no doubs
Cause you know a nigga steelo, how i did them fools a week ago
One week passed, i'm hearin you wanna wet us
When you see ren, rocc, tha chill, you're puttin on the jetters
What the fuck？ these niggas tryin to bust on me？
So i'm cockin up the can and ready to make them do some gas
And do some flippin, and all that
Cause niggas out here shot call, get they ass jacked
And that's the main fact, big payback for you punk muthafucks
Disrespectin the crew, it's mandatory that i buck
Ass down from comptown, mr. shot caller
Gonna be a fast faller if he ain't a fast talker
Fast walker, or better yet better be a fast runner
Chill on the scope with the cannon, finna gun ya
Dumpin 9 to the gut like 'nigga, what？'
This ol' b.g. big baller, fuck the muthafuckin shot caller
9.All The Same
10.Who Got That Street Shit
(chorus) 2x
Nigga who the fuck got that street shit (compton niggas)
Nigga who the fuck got that street shit (park's niggas)
Nigga who the fuck got that street shit (la niggas)
My nigga who the fuck got that street shit (real niggas)
(mc ren)
A motherfuckin fiend, before i became a teen
The villain was fuckin with bitches instead of cones or ice
cream
Niggas be killing the villain like aids with whack rhymes
These niggas don't be havin no lyrics
All they talk about is nines and chronic
The villain be doing that but i can switch up
Kick some unreleased shit nigga pick your bitch up
The villain be killin you niggas that's running with clicks
Ren be own em'
Niggas be running with clicks cause they can't do it on they own
lonesome
From cpt to nyc, i keeps it hot
Bitches be worshiping a nigga with shrines and parking lots.
Ten years of damage motherfucking rap god
Traded in the dayton's on the foe with 3 tripods
The villain be travelling at the speed of light, cause i might
Be uniden-tah-fied if i come whack, mothefuckers late at night
Niggas be waking up forgetting the whole thing
Nigga it ain't over till the hoe sing, bitch sing it
(chorus) 2x
(mc ren)
Ain't shit changed, still making bitches pussy's hot
Hanging with niggas from compton carryin big glocks
Fucking em' car hops trippin off some paint and gold d'z
Bitches be happy to hold these
Hanging with rap niggas like lez and joe clair
Niggas from compton multiply and seen everywhere
Making your spot hot attract the feds and protest
Kidnapping bitches and make the scene grotesque
Real niggas and bitches niggas hanging out
Cpt dwelling shots reigning out
Selling coke, hoes taking dicks down they throat
Bitch niggas coming up pissin all you find is a ransom note
New release, promotin fucking police
Crooked motherfuckers hot cause i won't give em' a piece
Mc motherfuckin ren back at cha'
Niggas bit my shit the villain ain't mad at cha'
(chorus) 2x
(mc ren)
A nigga sittin on the curb rats catch whip lash
Same hoes when i was little, fucking niggas for cash
Now they baby mommas cause they wanted niggas with dope
Stuck with stretch marks and niggas names tattered by they
throat
Some on they tittys, ankles and ass
Every neighborhood got these stankin tricks from the past
They be at the clubs, pussy's used up
They tiitys six feet, there stomachs lookin bruised up
Real niggas turn the light out
Nigga till they child's through
These hoes today be havin niggas rob you
Just to come up, so niggas can fuck em' with cheap weed
Makin motherfuckers go and drop a week seed
Thinkin they max julie fake ass macks
All the hoes shake the spot once they smoke up your chronic sack
Who's getting played nigga you or the hoe
These bitches be fuckin you and your doe
Niggas fuck it!
(chorus) 2x
11.Pimpin' Is Free
12.Cpt All Day
(mc ren：)
I fuck so good i make dike bitches straight
And give em mo love jones then lorenz' tape
Nigga outta state been to every nigga hood
Gets treated like farhekahn, the shit is all good
Niggaz be on their knees like their ready to suck a dick beggin
Like niggaz about to beat they ass caught for bootleggin
The villain be havin keys to black holes in space
Hoes beggin a nigga to lick my nuts for a taste
Dick be so huge, givin em over bites like monefa,
Be hard to leave the room when she undress that black moon,
My shit explodin more than timothy mcveigh,
Fuck with me i'll take yo ass off the l like k day
Compton niggaz fighting more than mgm grand
Fucking bitches looking like the real roxanne
Niggaz know they can't fuck with me,
It's cpt all day howz it gone be niggaz？
(t-girl：)
Chorus：
Niggaz in compton don't give a mad fuck,
Where the fuck you from nigga
What the fuck up？
Cpt nigga that's how it gotta be
Call my niggaz from the from the hub if you wanna fuck with me.
Niggaz in compton don't give a mad fuck,
Where the fuck you from nigga
What the fuck up？
Cpt nigga that's how it gotta be
Call my niggaz from the from the hub if you wanna fuck with me.
(mc ren：)
I don't be givin a fuck i be making these niggaz／bitches pissy
Comin at me with that bullshit yall can miss me, a real nigga
You know yall niggaz used to wanna be,
Full of freaky tails like short, gotta killa appettite,
Yo bitch chose me cause i could fuck her all night
You niggaz worse than deangelo bitin prince
Or heavy d biting biggy, i'll slap yo ass silly
Real niggaz made will smith leave philly not jada
These bitch niggaz turnin into ren hatas
Cause i still get paid for writing
That street shit that they play that make mothufukkas start
fightin
So come on, hop on my nuts like everybody did greenbay,
Still won't believe it like the screenplay,
You wack niggaz tryin to walk around proud
You muthufukkin groupies aint allowed.
(t-girl：)
Chorus：
Niggaz in compton don't give a mad fuck,
Where the fuck you from nigga
What the fuck up？
Cpt nigga that's how it gotta be
Call my niggaz from the from the hub if you wanna fuck with me.
Niggaz in compton don't give a mad fuck,
Where the fuck you from nigga
What the fuck up？
Cpt nigga that's how it gotta be
Call my niggaz from the from the hub if you wanna fuck with me.
(mc ren：)
I gives a fuck, you niggaz mad cause i made your bitch hot,
I saw you slap her ass in the parking lot
Compton niggaz like me be born macks
Add it to this fuckin nigga if you wore black
Gang shit change, compton still the shit niggaz know
In this rap shit compton niggaz all pro
That street shit, yall niggaz know who made the best
Compton niggaz holding down the whole fucking west
Nobody tryin to see yo ass like that movie booty call
Mo suave than mjg and 8ball
Niggaz mo bitchy than that nigga genuwine
The bitches are free, but stupid niggaz buy the wine
Compton niggaz be takin pussy, on gp
Or they be down to suck yo dick if you mc
But if you aint the viialin hold yo dick in yo hand tell em give
me
The bitches strip tease like demi.
(t-girl：)
Chorus：
Niggaz in compton don't give a mad fuck,
Where the fuck you from nigga
What the fuck up？
Cpt nigga that's how it gotta be
Call my niggaz from the from the hub if you wanna fuck with me.
Niggaz in compton don't give a mad fuck,
Where the fuck you from nigga
What the fuck up？
Cpt nigga that's how it gotta be
Call my niggaz from the from the hub if you wanna fuck with me.
(mc ren：)
Bitch niggaz that's how it gotta be
(t-girl：)
Punk bitches that's how it gotte be
(mc ren：)
Bitch niggaz that's how it gotta be
Call my niggaz from the hub if you wanna fuck with me.
(t-girl：)
Punk bitches that's how it gotta be
(mc ren：)
Bitch niggaz that's how it gotta be
(t-girl：)
Punk bitches that's how it gotta be
Call my niggaz from the hub if you wanna fuck with me.
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