Mc Ren Bit*h Made Nigga Killa Lyrics

Bit*h Made Nigga Killa Lyrics

1995 and compton’s still up in this motherf**ker
Yeah, this album’s dedicated to all you real niggaz
But most of all it’s dedicated to you bit*h as* niggaz

Who is it? the bit*h made nigga killa
I’m swingin’ on niggaz ever time I feel ’um
’cause niggaz walkin’ ’round with they’re as* out
So I’ll be droppin’ funky sh*t till they pass out
These bit*h made niggaz swingin’ on the dick
Back the f**k up before I have a fit
I’m peelin’ niggaz caps, makin’ gang of snaps
Be true to this sh*t with hard motherf**kin’ raps
187 bit*h slappin’ on the track
Makin’ fools break theyself like as if it was a jack
Keep a big stick just incase I gotta swing
The heater is the mack, stashed at the shack
So while your rollin’, date is in your force mobile
Just remember motherf**kers the sh*t caps I peel
Niggaz just a piece of cheese for a hood rat
Falsin’ for a hooker and I never understood that
’cause it’s the same old sh*t everyday and every night
’cause nigga ren won’t put it down if the sh*t ain’t tight
So listen to the funk as I deal ’um
To a bit*h made nigga, I’m the bit*h made nigga killa

(chorus)(2x)
You know the color the villain’s in black
Bit*h made niggaz better watch they back
You know the color the villain’s in black
Beatin’ niggaz as* and it’s like that

And I’m stalkin’, walkin’ in my khaki suit
Tryin’ to see what niggaz I’m a have to shoot
This ain’t a bang-bang boogie like the new booty flow
New niggaz tryin’ to do the sh*t I did years ago
’cause if it ain’t rough it ain’t e-motherf**kin’ nuff
You bit*h made niggaz, here to call you’re bluff
Pull your ho card, like my nigga cab said
Crack my big stick up against your damn head
Yeah, radio suckas never play me
But you can hear bit*h made niggaz on daily
Ren gonna have to put his foot down
Motherf**kers ain’t gonna like how it’s put down
So mic check one, whatever I don’t give a damn
Me be ready to slam, when I hit the jam
So yell controversy when I bust a rhyme
No more irresitable bit*h made niggaz in ’99
Black reign is coming, niggaz it’s bad weather
Whenever 187 and ren get together
And listen to the funk as I deal a
Blow to these bit*h made niggaz, I’m the bit*h made nigga killa

(chorus)

Hypocrite niggaz always runnin’ they mouth
>from the north, to the east, to the west, and south
’cause	the freaks come out at night
And all bit*h made niggaz be comin’ ’cause you have no friends
So don’t come around playin’ double-o 7
’cause your as* might get caught in a two-eleven
Niggaz don’t call me ’less the video is poppin’
Only come around when my new shit’s droppin’
Niggaz ain’t nothin’ but some hound dogs I betcha
You bit*h made niggaz didn’t know I was the bit*h catcher
I’ll choke ya with a grip
Stranglin’ motherf**kers not come correct, so don’t slip
Real niggaz don’t die, so I’m still alive
f**kin’ up sh*t in ’94 and ’95
’cause I’m livin’ like a hustler
Busta, heard you was talkin’ that sh*t so ya musta
Thought it wouldn’t get back to me
Niggaz ya shoulda thought a million times before you tried to do me
But listen to this funk as I deal a
Blow to you bit*h made niggaz, I’m the bit*h made nigga killa

You know the color, the villain’s in black