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[Verse 1: MC Ren] |
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I'm rulin' you niggaz, from high up above |
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So bow down bitches, show the Villain some love |
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Let the baritone seat, gettin' fucked up on the weak |
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Gettin' fuck the Police |
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Mothafucker give me a drink |
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Hard nigga swervin, burnin' the street |
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I done drop my fuckin' blunt, now it's burnin' the seat |
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See my nigga "HIGH!" then crack me a bitch |
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They take my ass to the crib to smoke a little bit |
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And laugh of all you niggaz be tryin' to do it |
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So keep your ass back, my son passed out |
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You niggaz have to be whack, your mamma be jockin' |
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But can you blame that bitch, how these hoes be blockin? |
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They want the Villain, they want my ass stretched out |
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"Tripe X" shit with my nuts in their mouths |
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Because I'm Bout It! Bout It!, nigga gotta shout it |
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And if I tell you I'm the best mothafucker don't doubt it |
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[Chorus: MC Ren X2] |
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These are the tales, the Villainist Tales |
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These are the Tales, a nigga knows so well |
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[Verse 2: MC Ren] |
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How many whack niggaz must get dissed? |
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Before the Villain say: YOU CAN'T FUCK THIS! |
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This shit'll blow your fuckin' brain into pieces |
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When you're dealin' with the villain, niggaz dyin' to meet us |
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Whores tryin' to great us, every state that I'm in |
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And Bitch-Ass-Niggaz wait to hate once again |
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Can't help them selves, they're born a pussy |
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Doin' this shit up in your hood but your ass is a rookie |
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These niggaz out side posted it up by the curb |
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In a hurtle like a team while they're passin' the herb |
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See the Punk-Ass-Police, run up on the whole east |
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Talkin' that shit, mothafucker you don't know me |
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Nigga, I'm Ren, I'm the shit around here |
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Your weak ass only been rappin' for a year |
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Shut your ass up, take your bitch and walk |
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I'm statin' a fuckin' word, unless you told to talk |
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[Chorus: MC Ren X4] |
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These are the tales, the Villainist Tales |
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These are the Tales, a nigga knows so well |
