MC Ren - Right Up My Alley

риал хип-хап! Oh yeah... You know what I'm sayin'... We peel mothafuckin' cops around here... You can't come around here talkin' that shit You'll get a mothafuckin' bullet in your head and wind up dead You know what I'm sayin', I'll send you home in a bodybag you fag And I'm 'a tell you somethin' right now - don't come to the alley with that bullshit (bullshit) Hey Ren, who's talkin' shit? Hey nigga where that shit happenin' at lo'? Right up my alley I see things and scenes But you know it ain't over 'till the black nigga sings And he's singin' the blues and holdin' shoes While he's zippin' off booth 'Cuz every week he see a nigga's killed in the news In the alley all the hard hits kicking Don't permit the suckerz cuz they ride the mothafuckaz Niggaz gettin' high and high 'till they grw-p (grow-up) So fucked up - they start shootin' at the cops So ladies complain but there ain't shit they can do Or run dead in the house slap the bitches with a shoe I sell my dope and I ain't ashamed to say it Cuz I got Benz and mothafuckaz won't pay it In the alley - Bitches sell pussy real cheap Waitin' 'round the trick when the fucka fall asleep Bitches 15-16 got the claps And crabs in their pussy crawl around in the naps Sometime ho's would tore jams in the toes 30 ass cloth, with boogers in their nose Roamin', Roamin' lookin' for dick to suck Walk around in the dayz like they don't give a fuck IN THE ALLEY .. Hey man, look at these mothafuckin' basehead bases ... Nigga you pop a gang of shit but ah nigga Where you from ? Right up my alley niggaz trip cars that they stole And niggaz outside look for wayz to get swole Takin' turns, zippin' on the 40 oz Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C I'm with my nigga little nation or my homey named snoop My nigga 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 cockeis 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 fuckin' 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 niggaz had to get 'em IN THE ALLEY .. Officers down, officers down, we need assistance in the alley .. You're talkin' shit but where was you nigga? Standin' in the alley with my nigga Juvinalle for a while This nigga try to rush it but the fool was livin' fall Tryin' to get a name pretended on the wrong wayz My brother cock de fuck out to his ass in the dayz People crowded 'round like a fly on shit 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 mothafuckaz 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 nigga had to get a turn To make sure that this mothafucka learn Niggaz 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 ...