Mc Ren 11: 55 Lyrics

11: 55 Lyrics

Because we got the streets suckas

Can you dig it? ? ? 

I wanna get
right to the point

He’s here

"he’s unique, he’s
unconquerable."



(repeated)

Mc ren, mc ren is a killa of
the crafted men



Twas the night before the ball struck

And all
the snakes was outta sight

And of all those cat hangs

And all the
solutions

Now it’s like do or die

So salute to the battle cry

And all the real niggaz

Step up to the frontline

You don’t
want two scoops of fruit loops

For the real troops

’cause it’s
about a quarter to midnight

15 ticks to catch 15 licks in the fizzot

Who lettin’ the heads get chopped and mack 10’s pop pop

For all
those too slow for the tempo of tizzongue

Because all those who can’t
hang get hung

And those who can’t take charge get dault

So come
and walk, coming strong

Coming long, ’cause we been down for too damn
long

And not a soldier, a soldier

Nigga I thought somebody was
older

’cause the days of bein’ a slave livin’ in the grave is
over

Ain’t no more that shall overcome ’cause we been overcame

So I’m packin’ ’quips full of golds for all you g’s trapped in
shame

Listen to the sound of the midnight poker chain

Livin’ in
an underground railroad

Takin’ aim and set to cause much pain

So
hitch a ride on the midnight trizzain

One million ways to die

So
devil don’t even try

I’m packed, ready and willin’ to get a
government killa

So welcome to the land of the drive by