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Ruthless for life Lyrics

Ruthless for life by MC Ren  

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Ruthless for life Verse 1:
These niggas be actin' like I f**ked
and didn't call 'em for weeks
Like they wantin' a nigga dick
in between they butt cheeks
they staight b**chy
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' b**ch be suckin' my dick
she be tellin me that you dodgin' me
Like Piazza a nigga gots ta,
keep my roster, with b**ches slidin' home,
no lickin' yo' sh*t, yo' b**ch 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 f**kin',
used up and sideways
stretck marks for days,
she about two-hun,
gotta get p**sy drunk,
to f**k her and have fun

[chorus]
These niggas and hoes act the same,
can't tell em apart,
always runnin 'round
lookin for some sh*t to start.
These b**ches 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 sh*t that you was plottin'
nigga you can try
to f**k 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 b**chy 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 sh*t
back to they home fo' pillow ??
She shakin' her head like you tellin the truth
but she want yo' ass to walk
What the f**k you expected?
Always b**chin' at me
when she f**kin' 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 b**ches talkin' sh*t,
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 f**kin
Gettin county cheques and money
from them niggas that you dick suckin
But nigga, why these b**ches all in mine?
Why, nigga, hearin bullsh*t 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,
muthaf**kin' tricks
Now these hoes jockin'
like all up on my style
You broke b**ches,
How you like me now?
Actin' like makin' cheese is a muthaf**kin' crime
If I said "drop yo' panties",
b**ch you drop em in a dime

*chorus*



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