Comin' After You Lyrics - Singles - Mc Ren

[mc ren] 

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 

[chorus 2x] 

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 

[ice cube] 

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! 

[chorus] 

[mc 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Ain't nobody tryin to hear your nigga outdated 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 

[chorus] - 2x