[Skit]
*Phone dials*
MC Ren: Yeah, who's this?
Hutch: Yo what's happening, it's Hutch, what's up dog?
MC Ren: What up n**ga, what's happening?
Hutch: Yo what's happening man?
MC Ren: Yeah check this out, I ain't even in right now, leave a message after the beep. I'll get back, peace
*Beep*
Hutch: Yo what's up man, it's me man, pick up the phone n***a, it's Hutch man, what's up?
MC Ren: Ey what's up dog?
Hutch: What's up?
MC Ren: n***a, what time is it man?
Hutch: Hell I don't know man, I'm just saying man, I was calling to see what's popping, what's going down man?
MC Ren: n***a, I'm about to rest dog
Hutch: Man it's Saturday and sh**, and you talking about rest
MC Ren: Man I've been in the motherf**ing studio up all night n***a
Hutch: Man f** that studio, let's get to some parties, b**hes
MC Ren: Ey, ey f** what you going through dog
*Ren hangs up the phone*
Hutch: Ah, ah Ren, Ren what's up, ah, n***a hang up on a n***a and sh**
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
Come on and step on in, no turnin back
While I drop sh** that have your mind turnin black
n***a I break God damn necks, when I drop verses
And blind your sight, from the sh** that I recite
Live from Compton it's Saturday night
But ain't no joke, cause I don't play that sh**
n***as you know I ain't no motherf**in comic
Droppin street knowledge, plus a n***a Islamic
Hoodrats they do the hoochie boogie for a f**
But that sh** don't be workin
When I'm rollin in my truck, the farthest they get is a big wheel
For real, and b**h-made-n***as get they caps peeled
When I walk, puts a hole in the floor, with the steel toe
As if you didn't know, now that you know n***a act like you knew
And if you continue trippin, motherf** you
I'm walkin with my n***as
With the help of 187 on this tight a** track
So step the hell back, and you can't afford to sleep
Because my sh** gets deep
[Verse 2: Cold 187um]
Ok, time for me to rustle more sh**, represent to the fullest
Everytime that I'm spit, get'cha lit
Get'cha lifted, get'cha high as you wanna go
Breakin fools off that wanna floss your gold
Cause I hate flossers and I hate braggers
I hate short stoppers and I hate laggers
On the real, n***as be wanna Free Kick It pa**
So they can beat your sh**, and jack your a**
I give em 187 times to try
But on the real, they better off committin suicide
Slide me the TEC Ren, so I can show 'em
That I'm not to be trusted, and not to be f**ed with
And definately not that motherf**er
They wanna press they luck with
I keep it goin uncut, and if I get mad enough
I shoot they whole f**in set up
And don't say I didn't warn ya
It ain't funny, when you be a victim by the corner
187 be the gate keeper
Cause where I'm from, the sh** gets deeper
[Verse 3: MC Ren]
My sh** gets backed up for days and days
It's hard to sleep, my sh** is too deep
Well how in the hell am I gonna deal with new n***as
That be comin hollerin wolf, and ain't put out sh** yet
Rollin down the street in my 4-5-0
Throwin wack n***as sh** out my window
Cause rarely do I see n***as that be comin with that funky a** sh**
That make you say f** ay, go shoot a n***a down
But here comes that black n***a that they call Ren
Makin n***as go and act crazy again
n***as be f**in fools for the hell of it
Some down old n***as better not come this way
Cause I just don't give a f**
Cause I get in a baby gangsta mode
b**h slappin n***as with my fist
Cause I insist I'm a hell of a lyricist
But my roots in the street
k**in playa haters over some wicked a** beats
Me and my n***as come and get your a**
Then me and my n***as beat up on that a**
Cause me and my n***as, n***a, love the creep
When the sh** gets deep, it gets deep