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MC Ren f Tha Chill

Shot Caller

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[ VERSE 1: MC Ren ]Niggas in the hood lookin at me crazyTellin niggas like they wanna fuck my old ladySame fuckin shit every day at 8 o`clockNigga, start my day off raisin off the cockI throw the khakis on, with the t-shirtNever knowin when a nigga might hit the dirtI`m thinkin, how in the fuck can I get high quickerMix the blunt with some muthafuckin malt liquorThese niggas that I love, I don`t trust em, but I stay close to emIn case I gotta do emWe from the same set, but that don`t mean shit no mo`I be premeditatin with the .44 (.44)My hoe be tellin a nigga to peel they caps backCause I know where them niggas hide they shit atShit be on my mind, return a shot callBroke as fuck, it`s about to get hot, y`all[ CHORUS: Big Rocc ] Niggas starvin while you`re home with the mills Niggas killin while you`re doin dope deals Out flossin, throwin 100 $ bills Time to set yo ass up for the kill Death of a shot caller, who can you trust? It might be your number 1 nigga that bust A cap, he`s the next one to take charge Smoke him and his bitch in his backyard[ VERSE 2: MC Ren ]A nigga`s sittin on the curbHear that nigga come bumpin with the suburbGot my niggas on point, same niggas he be fuckin hoes withAnd rollin up the blunts when he wanna get litHomie, when that nigga put the mutahfucka in park?That`s the signal, little nigga, pump 3 in his heartDon`t feel shit, cause it`s real shit, he a bitchNiggas in the hood doin bad while he gettin richOff this shit we be killin niggas fo`Can`t make a move less this muthafucka say soNigga, fuck that, I`m runnin this shitI`ma look him in his eyes when his punk-ass gettin hitBut if you miss, nigga, I`ma kill youCause if he get away, muthafucka, then we all throughFuck 3 shots, nigga, add 2And handle what the fuck you gotta doKill the shot callerMan, you know we been smokin niggas for this muthafuckaThis nigga ain`t paid us shit, man(I know, dog)Hold up, hold up, hold up, dogMan, gimme the gat, I - damnHey nigga, you got my muthafuckin money?Nigga, fuck yo money, niggaNo nigga, fuck you( *shots* )Oh shit, oh shit...Damn![ VERSE 3: Tha Chill ]These O.G.`s got me twisted like twizzlerGot me heated and hot, and all I`m thinkin is killin yaPeelin ya cap back, like Starter, foolI`m comin to get you niggas off my block, so I pack a full Glock with big slugs, and you know I buck no doubsCause you know a nigga steelo, how I did them fools a week agoOne week passed, I`m hearin you wanna wet usWhen you see Ren, Rocc, Tha Chill, you`re puttin on the jettersWhat the fuck? These niggas tryin to bust on me?So I`m cockin up the can and ready to make them do some gasAnd do some flippin, and all thatCause niggas out here shot call, get they ass jackedAnd that`s the main fact, big payback for you punk muthafucksDisrespectin the crew, it`s mandatory that I buckAss down from Comptown, Mr. Shot CallerGonna be a fast faller if he ain`t a fast talkerFast walker, or better yet better be a fast runnerChill on the scope with the cannon, finna gun yaDumpin 9 to the gut like "Nigga, what?"This ol` B.G. big baller, fuck the muthafuckin shot caller[ CHORUS ]

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