MC Ren - Right Up My Alley lyrics

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Oh yeah...

You know what I'm sayin'...

We peel mothafuckin' caps 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 loc'?

Right up my alley Ive see feens and things

But you know it ain't over 'till the black nigga sings

And he's singin' the blues and holdin' shoes

While he's sippin' on booze

'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 rob the mothafuckaz

Niggaz gettin' high and high 'till they drop(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 Bills 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

dirty 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 n' shit but ah nigga

Where you from ?

Right up my alley niggaz strip cars that they stole

And niggaz outside look for wayz to get swole

Takin' turns, sippin' on the 40 oz

Pumpin' some funky shit by the D.O.C

I'm with my nigga little nation or my homie named snoop

My nigga DJ train he hittin' corner in de coop

Pullin' up I give him gat - askin' if he pullin' work

Lookin' like a straight G - with some cackeis 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 rivles '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' foul

Tryin' to get a name but did it all 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 beatin' 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 homie let his pitbull bite off his dick

And to top it off he pulled my brother at the scene

He emptied off his clip with the whole 15

IN THE ALLEY ...

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Thanks to LaCokaNostra for correcting these lyrics