N.W.A.

Pipe that shit up, TNT Ayy NLE shit NLE the top shotta, got the bomb like Al-Qaeda (No cap) Ayy, ayy I got the stick up in my pants, when I up it, I'ma burn somethin' He thinkin' I ain't killing, well that nigga better learn somethin' And when we sliding We gon' wet the car, you know we tryna flip somethin' Thirty piece special out this Glock You know that we gon' clip somethin' You niggas not no hitters Y'all just really just tryna fit in (Tryna fit in) My Glock, it came out the closet 'cause he got a dick in (No homo) I'm a nigga with an attitude, you can call me Mac Ren And you never know which Choppa you gon' get, like I'm Ben-10 Ayy, murder, murder, murder, I'ma turn into an anthem Don't fuck with niggas like the KKK, but I'm a Panther These bullets went his way, I bet I turned him to a dancer A lot of flavor in this gas, bitch, I'm smoking on a Fanta And if he try to rob me, make a nigga do a remix (No cap) You can't relate to my music, I'm speaking on some G shit No fishbowl in this coupe, nigga, yeah, I'm screaming fuck a tint If I catch a nigga that shot my dawg, gon' bust his shit Hundred round drum and I'm looking for a bozo Stand over his body and shoot him, make him roll over I'ma leave him dead in the woods, he gon' have a dirt odor The opps think we done killing, but this shit is never over I make 'em break down, I love the way the Drac' sound Ain't no waitin' now, we slidin' 'til the sun down He tried to jump up in that water, now that boy up in a lake now Closed casket gang, we gon' leave that boy face out You niggas not no hitters, y'all just really just tryna fit in My Glock, it came out the closet 'cause he got a dick in I'm a nigga with an attitude, you can call me Mac Ren You never know which Choppa you gon' get, like I'm Ben-10, yeah (Huh?) Ayy (Yeah, yeah) Thought I was done on this bitch But we gon' bring that shit back (Huh?) We gon' bring that shit back, bring that shit back (What'd you say?) Dig what I'm saying? Rat-a-tat-tat, brrt, brrt, bah, bah, bah Ooh, there go the police, grab your gun and run And I be smiling while I shoot because the murder for fun And why these niggas staring at me? Swear to God I'm not the one 'Cause I'ma blam 'em, slam 'em, throw a temper tantrum If he owe me some motherfuckin' money, I hold him ransom I want all the motherfuckin' smoke, I'm causing cancer And if he don't let me in, I'm breaking in like Santa, yeah Aim it at you, ooh, ooh What you gonna do? Ooh, ooh (What you gonna do?) 7.62's, ooh, ooh (7.62's) Wet him like a pool, what you gonna do? You niggas not no hitters, you really just tryna fit in My Glock, it came out the closet 'cause he got a dick in I'm a nigga with an attitude, you can call me Mac Ren Never know which Choppa you gon' get, like I'm Ben-10, yeah