MC Ren Shot Caller Lyrics

(feat. Big Rocc & Tha Chill)

[ VERSE 1: MC Ren ]
n____s in the hood lookin at me crazy
Tellin n____s like they wanna f___ my old lady
Same f___in s___ every day at 8 o'clock
n____, start my day off raisin off the c___
I throw the khakis on, with the t-shirt
Never knowin when a n____ might hit the dirt
I'm thinkin, how in the f___ can I get high quicker
Mix the blunt with some m____fuckin malt liquor
These n____s that I love, I don't trust em, but I stay close to em
In case I gotta do em
We from the same set, but that don't mean s___ no mo'
I be premeditatin with the .44 (.44)
My hoe be tellin a n____ to peel they caps back
Cause I know where them n____s hide they s___ at
s___ be on my mind, return a shot call
Broke as f___, it's about to get hot, y'all

[ CHORUS: Big Rocc ]
n____s starvin while you're home with the mills
n____s killin while you're doin dope deals
Out flossin, throwin 100 $ bills
Time to set yo a__ up for the kill
Death of a shot caller, who can you trust?
It might be your number 1 n____ that bust
A cap, he's the next one to take charge
Smoke him and his b____ in his backyard

[ VERSE 2: MC Ren ]
A n____'s sittin on the curb
Hear that n____ come b__pin with the suburb
Got my n____s on point, same n____s he be f___in hoes with
And rollin up the blunts when he wanna get lit
Homie, when that n____ put the mutahfucka in park?
That's the signal, little n____, pump 3 in his heart
Don't feel s___, cause it's real s___, he a b____
n____s in the hood doin bad while he gettin rich
Off this s___ we be killin n____s fo'
Can't make a move less this m____fucka say so
n____, f___ that, I'm runnin this s___
I'ma look him in his eyes when his punk-a__ gettin hit
But if you miss, n____, I'ma kill you
Cause if he get away, m____fucka, then we all through
f___ 3 shots, n____, add 2
And handle what the f___ you gotta do
Kill the shot caller

Man, you know we been smokin n____s for this m____fucka
This n____ ain't paid us s___, man
(I know, dog)
Hold up, hold up, hold up, dog
Man, gimme the gat, I - d___
Hey n____, you got my m____fuckin money?
n____, f___ yo money, n____
No n____, f___ you
( *shots* )
Oh s___, oh s___...
d___!

[ VERSE 3: Tha Chill ]
These O.G.'s got me twisted like twizzler
Got me heated and hot, and all I'm thinkin is killin ya
Peelin ya cap back, like Starter, fool
I'm comin to get you n____s off my block, so I pack a full
Glock with big slugs, and you know I buck no doubs
Cause you know a n____ steelo, how I did them fools a week ago
One week passed, I'm hearin you wanna wet us
When you see Ren, Rocc, Tha Chill, you're puttin on the jetters
What the f___? These n____s tryin to bust on me?
So I'm c___in up the can and ready to make them do some gas
And do some flippin, and all that
Cause n____s out here shot call, get they a__ jacked
And that's the main fact, big payback for you punk m____fucks
Disrespectin the crew, it's mandatory that I buck
a__ down from Comptown, Mr. Shot Caller
Gonna be a fast faller if he ain't a fast talker
Fast walker, or better yet better be a fast runner
Chill on the scope with the cannon, finna gun ya
Dumpin 9 to the gut like "n____, what?"
This ol' B.G. big baller, f___ the m____fuckin shot caller

[ CHORUS ]