Mc Ren - Right Up My Alley lyrics

Oh yeah... You know what I'm sayin'... We peel mothaf**in' cops around here... You can't come around here talkin' that sh** You'll get a mothaf**in' bullet in your head and wind up dead You know what I'm sayin', I'll send you home in a bodybag you f*g And I'm 'a tell you somethin' right now - don't come to the alley with that bullsh** [bullsh**] Hey Ren, who's talkin' sh**? Hey n***a where that sh** happenin' at lo'? Right up my alley I see things and scenes But you know it ain't over 'till the black n***a sings And he's singin' the blues and holdin' shoes While he's zippin' off booth 'Cuz every week he see a n***a's k**ed in the news In the alley all the hard hits kicking Don't permit the s**erz cuz they ride the mothaf**az n***az gettin' high and high 'till they grw-p (grow-up) So f**ed up - they start shootin' at the cops So ladies complain but there ain't sh** they can do Or run dead in the house slap the b**hes with a shoe I sell my dope and I ain't ashamed to say it Cuz I got Benz and mothaf**az won't pay it In the alley - b**hes sell p**y real cheap Waitin' 'round the trick when the f**a fall asleep b**hes 15-16 got the claps And crabs in their p**y crawl around in the naps Sometime ho's would tore jams in the toes 30 a** cloth, with boogers in their nose Roamin', Roamin' lookin' for dick to s** Walk around in the dayz like they don't give a f** IN THE ALLEY .. Hey man, look at these mothaf**in' basehead bases ... n***a you pop a gang of sh** but ah n***a Where you from? Right up my alley n***az trip cars that they stole And n***az outside look for wayz to get swole Takin' turns, zippin' on the 40 oz Poppin' some funky sh** by the D.O.C I'm with my n***a little nation or my homey named snoop My n***a DJ train he hittin' corner in de coop Pullin' up I give him gat - axin' if he pullin' work Lookin' like a straight G - with some co*keis and a T-shirt We sit at the table wrappin' bones While the little BG'z fight with the sticks and the stones Tryin' to get a name for the self yo but why So all the little buckets gettin' the G into a driveby Take down some rifles 'cross-town They're back to the alley where they can't be found Police come around and try to find 'em But the whole f**in' scene is standing right there behind them Open up fire on the pigs now they cook They did'nt know what hit 'em cuz the n***az had to get 'em IN THE ALLEY .. Officers down, officers down, we need a**istance in the alley .. You're talkin' sh** but where was you n***a? Standin' in the alley with my n***a Juvinalle for a while This n***a try to rush it but the fool was livin' fall Tryin' to get a name pretended on the wrong wayz My brother co*k de f** out to his a** in the dayz People crowded 'round like a fly on sh** Everybody had to stand cuz there ain't nowhere to sit This little punk he was new to the alley He grew up with some white mothaf**az in the valley Now he's on his back lookin' up in all these faces I bet he won't open up his mouth in no more places And he don't know, he won't go but now he has to go My brother picked him up and started hittin' him some more Then every n***a had to get a turn To make sure that this mothaf**a learn n***az kickin' him - hittin' him with bricks Check it, and my homey lit his big ball bite off his dick And to top it off he pulled my brother at the scene He emptied up his click with the whole 15 IN THE ALLEY ..