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MC Ren lyrics Mr. Fuck Up lyrics * (NOT Cash Money -- MC Ren's brother) My niggaz call me Grinch and yes I'm known to be a fuck up Loaded clip, folded sticks, my lifts and double cuffed up Put my stick so nigga feel my pockets with the dollar 'Cause they rock keep the stock in a private prison parlor Grinch you did it, your black ass really did it Give Bone the microphone and let him kill it Give Bone the microphone and watch me beat you like a cop Lil' G from the hall so the maggot won't stop And plus I'm packin' punches always keep a good grip My homies call me Bone from the Whole Damn Click I live like a mack and keep the bitches on my dick You sorry sap sips still hangin' on my shit Compton is the heart and that's where we all from The jackin' goin' on in the hood and in the slum And don't be caught slippin' while we dippin' the 4 'Cause Ren'll grab his nine and watch him smoke 'em from the door And then we make a dash and put that ass in the air True checkin' done by the true fuckin' player I'm headed to the cut with straight chronic in my pock Rainin' make 'em kill 'em 'cause I'm servin' 'em spot And that's how it's done I keep it flowin' like a sailor My beats are large my feats are star, some called me Chuck Taylor Then I call the Juvy 'cause I know we gotta Coupe Don't worry 'bout a damn we got the end, we gettin' loot Then call me Mr. Dopeman when I'm chillin' in the spot My niggaz call me Bishop when I'm rollin' with my glock The crackers call me bandit when I'm runnin' from the cops And the bitches call me daddy when I'm tearin' up the cock Yo the title's Mr. Fuck up so I figure that I'm fucked Got no luck, shit, gotta go and earn a quick buck Boom boom, is the sound of my cannon 'Cause I'm a nigga with a motherfuckin' gun master plannin' I'm a crazy ass nigga makin' motherfuckers fall A nigga from the streets hangin' in the fuckin' hall I place where we smoke bud and niggaz get bent And when it comes to music put on MC Ren shit Now everybody chillin' and the bitches gettin' freaky Took a trick to the room now she gots ta lick me Lickin' out my ass hole like a fuckin' groupie I'm through now I cleans up and call my nigga Juvy Headin' downstairs my niggaz hand me a 4-O Smokin' the extension you know it's the indo Now I'm feelin' high like I'm sittin' on a cloud The dust that we kick I guess we live our lives foul Beware of the nigga that they call J-Rock The party's goin' through but I still got my glock I'm watchin' for the bad apples in every bunch And if it's necessary motherfucker we can thump Or get a fuckin' pump, put a hole in your chest Slugs goin' straight through a bullet proof vest Matters gettin' worse if I have to drop the dogs Beat ya in your face yellin' till ya hit the hall So smalls, get your fuckin' 9 and your clip And let these motherfuckers know what's up on the Whole Click Other MC Ren lyrics: Intro: Check It Out Y'all lyrics In the Alley lyrics Behind the Scenes lyrics Final Frontier lyrics Hounddogz lyrics Kizz My Black Azz lyrics Fuck What Ya Heard lyrics You Wanna Fuck Her lyrics Mayday on the Frontline lyrics Shock of the Hour lyrics 11:55 lyrics Same Ol' Shit lyrics All Bullshit Aside lyrics One False Move lyrics Attack on Babylon lyrics Do You Believe lyrics Keep it Real lyrics It's Like That lyrics Mad Scientist lyrics Live From Compton 'Saturday Night' lyrics I Don't Give a Damn lyrics Mind Blown lyrics Great Elephant lyrics Muhummad Speaks lyrics Bring It On lyrics Bitch Made Nigga Killa lyrics Still the Same Nigga lyrics Ruthless For Life lyrics Who In The Fuck lyrics Nigga Called Ren lyrics Comin' After You lyrics So Whatcha Want lyrics All the Same lyrics Who Got That Street Shit lyrics Pimpin' Is Free lyrics CPT All Day lyrics Voyage to Compton lyrics Must Be High lyrics Shot Caller lyrics |