Rappin' Ron - Get In Where You Fit In lyrics

What happened to that other rapper y'all used to f** with? Man, we ain't f**ing with that fake motherf**er MC Uh, Whatever That motherf**er name is, man we got a real crew, we got Motherf**ers over here rapping for real, eating p**y on records and sh**, that sh** ain't what's happening, we got some real sh** Trying to be like $hort motherf**er, you know what I'm saying? Dangerous Music got some mack sh** for your a**, boy f** him up, $hort [Too $hort] Get in where you fit in, fool You was a mark up at the high school Now you're hardcore like CB4 Biting, what you wanna be me for? It's your life, you wish it was a Too $hort rap But you gots no game, and your ba** ain't fat You need to quit, rapping just ain't your place So back on the grind and don't catch no case b**hes, that's what you always be Like the other young b**hes that try to get with me I run all up in it but this ain't no race I pull it out and shoot it right in her face You probably wine her and dine her And get jealous when you can't find her You're nothing but a mark I bet you get your a** kicked hanging at the park, b**h! You'd better watch your back Before you get jacked by a n***a with a gat Cause Life is Too $hort, I'm In the House like that Shorty the Pimp, was Born to Mack And I don't stop rapping, one thing I never do Is stop making this funky-a** sh** to ride to And other rap crews can see Dangerous Crew got the funky beats And when I see ya, and act like I don't know ya I'm like Missouri, cause I can show ya Why is my sh** so funky it stanks? Pee Wee, Shorty B, and Ant Banks You outta pocket trying to hang with my crew You might of just learned, but it ain't nothing new What happened to your funk, did you lose it? Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music? We stole all your money, and all your songs Done you like a ho and then sent your a** home One punk came and went Had to fire the ho, but I'm still a pimp (MC) Lawrence (The fake gangsta) Would've never been sh** without the Bad-Ass Banksta (The little punk) Now he's gonna play on out (Like a mark) Had to put his fat foot in his mouth (Little b**h) Quick to say "I'm sorry" when you're funny Y'all can have him, cause Dangerous don't want him He'll tell a lie almost every other minute I'm like Bennett, I ain't in it Go on with your reject rap attack You'll get more from a prize in a Cracker Jack And since Banks said he can't have no more funk (Hell naw) Get in where you fit in, punk It's what life is all about... Did that get him, did that get it? (Yeah, you got him) Wait, it's the end? (b**h-a** n***a) You like that sh**? (Hell yeah) Damn, you like that, n***a! You a fool (Tore his a** up!) Banks you a fool for that! (f** that n***a) (Goddamn!) Man, f** that punk-a** n***a, man trying to f** with the Dangerous Crew, n***a, you can't hang with this sh**, n***a, we got n***as Way tighter than you man,you old wanna be me a**hole n***a, come with Some real n***as from East Oakland, n***a [Rappin' Ron] I'm a Bad-N-Fluenz, so keep your f**ing kids away from me Cause the motherf**ing turf is the place to be Where hella n***as get shot at So you'd better pop back, or your a** getting dropped, black Cause n***as lay you on your back fast So you'd better grab a gat and pop a cap in they black a** And let loose the whole clip And let these motherf**ers know that you ain't taking no sh** I mean you gotta be a nut, fool And you can't give a f**, you can cut n***a, f** school Because that sh** don't even last long Get a key from an OG and get your f**ing cash on And if a n***a got some grip, get your gank on But if a n***a popping lip, get your bank on Don't ever go out like another s**er You gotta show everybody that you the baddest motherf**er Show them n***as you the biggest boss And ain't no slipping stopping the tripping just popping A clip and breaking them n***as off Cause see life ain't nothing but just riches to me Getting high with my partners and b**hes to see Yep, that's what life is all about You eating the c*nt and she s**ing your dick and you f**ing that b**h and kicking that b**h up out I ain't a model, and I don't play the f**ing role Don't be sh** when you're old, n***a f** a goal You wanna be somebody, I tell your a** you can't You little bad motherf**er, go on and hit the dank That's how it is in the Oaktown These motherf**ers didn't know? Well these motherf**ers know now And don't be jealous and mad we doing sh** Cause I don't give a f**, I'm from the Bad-N-Fluenz clique [Ant Diddley Dog] You wanna follow in my footsteps, well put on your gangsta hat Burn the sack, and don't be ashamed to mack I'm bout to tell you how a true player has to be The sh** comes naturally, so hoes quit asking me I never listened and used to cuss in back of the church ?Bracking the Max? is my birth, packing a gat on the turf Ready to drop any s**er on contact You can't keep me calm, black, so pa** me the bomb sack And watch me extend with a grin to another place I live on the edge and the Feds and the brothers space But ain't no stopping this fool, I'm on a rampage Breaks out in a damn rage, so don't try to stand, break Sit in the range, you'll get maimed, I don't fight fair Strike with a mic, in a psyche is a nightmare And I'm always using my dick cause I'm slick with a fly b**h And Rappin' a** Ron is my psychopath sidekick Two hardhead n***as, yeah we advocate violence Talking sh** to the world cause we don't have to stay silent Steady searching for a bad plan, thinking like a mad man Your crew think they tight, but when I come they a sad clan So f** it, I'm always causing ruckus Whoever wanna disagree then grab my dick and s** it Diddley is always doing sh**, distructive and I ruin sh** You stepping, pack your weapon f**ing with the Bad-N-Fluenz clique [Rappin' Ron] f** it, it's just another n***a dead I pulled the trigger and I figure lead, that's when the n***a bled Bloodshed is what I see in the nighttime Strange and deranged, I ain't in my right mind I can't relate, I'm stuck in a dream state A psychopath, and Diddley Dog is my teammate And see we are closer, than Fred and Barney Rubble So step to Bad-N-Fluenz and you know you in double trouble Motherf**er, we the Bad-N-Fluenz clique Some lunatics, and we known to ruin sh** A terrorist, I ain't never been a role model n***a I grab the f**ing 40 and down the whole bottle And I don't even like f**ing with no alcohol But I'll snatch a joint, and get smoked out for y'all Getting lit, never having a fit On the avenue, having brew, grabbing my dick And if your clique talking sh**, it's your clique I'm a terrorize The nine to your spine, now your a** is paralyzed I'm dangerous, and I ain't even mad yet I drop with couch and watch you bounce like a bad check Cause I'm a mack that's from 8900, b**h Rappin' Ron and Diddley Dog and Bad-N-Fluenz ruling sh** [Diddley Dog] Fool don't understand all the sh** that goes on up in this n***a's head From the hood come if you would but you might end up dead See these sick-a** Oakland streets done turned me out Surviving and making cash is what it's about Some people ask me why commit crimes to earn my scratch But I'm black and I'm trapped and I can't turn back I was raised as a cruel kid Because the streets taught me more than these fake-a** schools did I tried the education system but I dropped it So now I'm in the goddamn game and can't stop it And I'm a motherf**ing threat to authority Make the police sweat when they check this wreckless minority You want more of me, well come to Oakland, that's where I be at Selling dope with my folks, come close and see how we act Hard n***as addicted to dirty money, fast cars, and fine hoes On the drink every day like winos And sometimes I be slipping up off the blunt So I packs a pump for the punks who wanna try for their stunt Cause I would never tell a ho how I make my green I cut my cream on the un[derground] so I can't be seen And then I bump up on the block and knock after knock Watch the cop jock as I create a be a hot spot Pushing slugs just to make it I'm in the game and it's real and a n***a can't fake it I know it's sad what I'm doing But I don't give a f**, I'm Ant Diddley Dog and I'm a Bad-N-Fluenz n***a you think you got the sh** in? You gotta get in where you fit in, b**h Motherf**er, you outta pocket, punk-a** b**h Swoll-a** motherf**er, you can't f** with the crew, n***a You need to get in where you fit in You stupid-a** b**h