ten years muthafucka'z, these bomb ass raps hooked up wit ant banks



made the bay bridge collapse  ren's rap[voice]

bitches be havin claps and crabs on a day

i came outta state, like a movin yay

it's all about ren and banks like hoo riders

muthafuckin compton niggas got them true riders

industry full a shit make a nigga shake spots

these muthafuckin clones bitin bone and pac

fuck magazines i get five mics who the source

wit all this street shit my niggas took it by force

ten years ago the villain revealin a new text

guaranteed legendary endorsin big checks

broke off to sex real niggas dont die

nigga thinkin you the shit cause ya homie lie



chorus[all you bitch ass niggas wanna ride wit me

knowin damn well you cant come inside wit me

now the villain is back again who is it

the black nigga that they call reeeeen



ren's rap verse 2

bitches be havin signs readin ren come and fuck

villain be meditatin have the trick feel we matin

hands off controllin they minds like remotes

compton niggas be shovin they dicks down them deep throats

i'm compton most wanted like eight and chill

fuck the radio and the bitch dianna still

we dont be givin a fuck like niggas shermed up

heard i was fuckin wit banks got yo ass turned up

lyrically i cant be fucked wit wit a pen

bitches be sayin they pussy hurt again by that nigga ren

i niggafied like them do foself soldiers

street niggas comin up slangin straight bolders

too much dick to swallow got yo ass about to choke

when i nut yo face creamy white like you sniffin coke

fuck that my muthafuckin dick weighs a ton

i see you bitch niggas wanna run uh,

chorus;

ren's rap verse 3

these niggas ridiculous makin me laugh like jamie foxx

shackin wit they mommas actin like they fort knox

clone niggas created them all like yakube

wonderin why they gettin booed imitatin icecube

cacky suits niggas permed the fuck up

in eighty seven its cool in ninety seven burn the fuck up

west coast full a droughts wit no clout

most of yall muthafuckas dont know what yall talkin bout

got niggas drinkin ya poison like jim jones

villain be shippin gold in three muthafuckin time zones

but the villain residin on fault lines

amaeture niggas thought they could duck but caught mine

right jabs and bruce lee kicks and back flips

hooked up wit this nigga from the bay to stack chips

big thangs reedit that shit i be the fattest

black muthafucka real nigga status uh