Malcolm McLaren: Comin after you

In case you didn't know my flows grows for sureI'm makin sure you niggaz don't try me no mo'Weak shit you talkin and I'm surprised that shits sellinDo-for-self niggaz full of felon's who the fuck you tellinBraggin bout money where that shit be atAfter videos all that shit we never see thatBitches with big asses blunts and big carsShot callin niggaz pissy drunk in them tittie barsRen assasinatin all of theseWack ass rappin niggaz that say they selling keysAnd pimpin hoes and smokin a million blunts a dayShooting a hundred niggaz and saying he walked away without a scratchSome Rambo shit inside they headLivin with yo' mama talkin bout a hundred grandNigga please, who the fuck you think you talkin toReal niggaz comin after you, we after youFake 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 youIt's the Don Daddy with the villian, who you killinOh we hate em, come to bate em, with this cap peelinTop billin, make a millionPaparazzi chase us through the tunnel when the mast are ridinNow they got me on hard copy didn't have to shoot VersaceYet you still wanna watch meMotherfuckers wait they whole fuckin life and a dayHopin that we can reunite NWAAll purpose, try to serve us, gettin nervous, mo' murdersShit can just turn into the serviceStandin over the carcassYou look like the kind of nigga that'd press chargesWe the largest we the biggest, we the niggazWith the attitudes the longitudes the latitudesHave some gratitudeTo the niggaz that started this shitBeen around forever bitch we smart at this shitI make the planet groove nigga mo' than BETYo bitch tied up phoning home like ETSo kick in that fifty grandBefore you find body parts nigga in JapanI'm mothefuckin lyricist nigga top cloutI'm makin hits what yo bitch ass talkin boutThat same old shoot em out I'm smokin fifty bluntsThat's why yo shit ain't comin out for like fifty monthsAin't nobody tryin to hear you nigga outdatedYo wak ass quit tellin niggaz that you made itI'm never faded like a ghost, villain dissappearBuy some shit to resurrect my dick the next yearNinety eight ninety nine to the earthquakeHow much garbage these mothefuckers gonna makeYou better shake, fuck that here I come strongBest believe Ren will rock the shit all night long