In The Alley Lyrics - Singles - Mc Ren

In the alley 

Oh yeah... 

You know what I'm sayin'... 

We peel mothafuckin' cops around here... 

You can't come around here talkin' that shit 

You'll get a mothafuckin' bullet in your head and 

Wind up dead 

You know what I'm sayin', I'll send you home in a 

Bodybag you fag 

And I'm 'a tell you somethin' right now - 

Don't come to the alley with that bullshit 

[bullshit] 

Hey ren, who's talkin' shit? 

Hey nigga where that shit happenin' at lo'? 

Right up my alley I see fiends and things 

But you know it ain't over 'till the black nigga 

Sings 

And he's singin' the blues in holey shoes 

While he's sippin' on brews 

''cause every week he see a nigga's killed in the news 

In the alley all the hard heads kick it 

Don't permit the suckerz 'cause they rob the 

Mothafuckaz 

Niggaz gettin' high and high 'till they drop 

So fucked up - they start shootin' at the cops 

Old ladies complain but there ain't shit they can do 

I run dead in the house slap the bitches with a shoe 

I sell my dope and I ain't ashamed to say it 

'cause I got bills and mothafuckaz won't pay it 

In the alley - bitches sell pussy real cheap 

Waitin' to rob the trick when the fucka fall asleep 

Bitches 15-16 got the claps 

And crabs in their pussy crawl around in the naps 

Sucked up ho's with toejams in their toes 

Dirty ass clothes, with boogers in their nose 

Roamin', zonin' lookin' for dick to suck 

Walk around in a daze like they don't give a fuck 

In the alley .. 

Hey man, look at these mothafuckin' basehead 

Bitches ... 

Nigga you pop a gang of shit but ah nigga 

Where you from ? 

Right up my alley niggaz trip cars that they stole 

And niggaz outside look for wayz to get swole 

Takin' turns, sippin' on the 40 oz 

Poppin' some funky shit by the d.o.c 

I'm with my nigga little nation or my homey named 

Snoop 

My nigga dj train he hittin' corner in de coop 

Pullin' up I give him gat - axin' if he put in work 

Lookin' like a straight g - with some khaki's and a 

T-shirt 

We sit at the table slappin' bones 

While the little bg'z fight with the sticks and the 

Stones 

Tryin' to get a name for the self yo but why 

So all the little fuckers get in the g and do a 

Driveby 

Take down some rivals 'cross-town 

They're back to the alley where they can't be found 

Police come around and try to find 'em 

But the whole fuckin' set is standing right there 

Behind them 

Open up fire on the pigs now they cook 

They did'nt know what hit 'em 'cause the niggaz had to 

Get 'em 

In the alley .. 

Officers down, officers down, we need assistance in 

The alley .. 

You're talkin' shit but where was you nigga? 

Standin' in the alley with my nigga juvinalle for a 

While 

This nigga try to rush it but the fool was livin' 

Foul 

Tryin' to get a name but did it all the wrong wayz 

My brother cocked the fucker, threw his ass in a 

Daze 

People crowded 'round like a fly on shit 

Everybody had to stand 'cause there ain't nowhere to 

Sit 

This little punk he was new to the alley 

He rolled with some white mothafuckaz in the valley 

Now he's on his back lookin' up in all these faces 

I bet he won't open up his mouth in no more places 

And he don't know, he won't go but now he has to go 

My brother picked him up and started hittin' him 

Some more 

Then every nigga had to get a turn 

To make sure that this mothafucka learn 

Niggaz kickin' him - hittin' him with bricks 

Check it, and my homey lit his pitbull bite off his 

Dick 

And to top it off before my brother left the scene 

He emptied off his clip with the whole 15 

In the alley ..