Malcolm McLaren - 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 that shits sellin Do-for-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 selling keys And pimpin hoes and smokin a million blunts a day Shooting a hundred niggaz and saying he walked away without a scratch Some Rambo shit inside they 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 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 we that shit we come after you It's the Don Daddy with the villian, who you killin Oh we hate em, come to bate em, with this cap peelin Top billin, make a million Paparazzi chase us through the tunnel when the mast are ridin 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 a day Hopin that we can reunite NWAAll 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 the longitudes the latitudes Have some gratitude To the niggaz that started this shit Been around forever bitch we smart at this shit I make the planet groove nigga mo' than BETYo bitch tied up phoning home like ETSo kick in that fifty grand Before you find body parts nigga in Japan I'm mothefuckin lyricist nigga top clout I'm makin hits what 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I'm smokin fifty blunts That's why yo shit ain't comin out for like fifty months Ain't nobody tryin to hear you nigga outdated Yo wak ass quit tellin niggaz that you made it I'm never faded like a ghost, villain dissappear Buy some shit to resurrect my dick the next year Ninety eight ninety nine to the earthquake How much garbage these mothefuckers gonna make You better shake, fuck that here I come strong Best believe Ren will rock the shit all night long