Mc Ren - All The Same Lyrics
[Intro: Ant Banks Talking]Awww yeah, Oakland and Compton in the house "awww"Where the real riders ride "awww"And all the *****-Ass-Niggaz fall by the waist side "awww"Cities with no mourn for mother*****ing haters and snitchesCause somebody told me it was all about money over *****es "ooh yeah"[Verse One: MC Ren]These Record companies, they full it dykes like Da BratMost *****es got AIDS; nigga, better use a hatAll these niggaz' record deals, they tax write-offsI can't help these *****es, born to *****I try to bar them allGot a heaven for a gangsters like the nigga Master PWhere niggaz trip, judge your *****es bring that ass to meThese Ren hate niggaz, got their contracts renewedMost niggaz in the game they hit the Chronic just to get sewBy my nigga Dre and Snoop for a whileNigga, ran everywhere, like Puffy and GilleI'm still that black nigga, my dick got biggerBut ain't you *****es trying to rap and buy glock triggersAnd Chronic, see that be them whack niggaz yellingThat "Gangster, Gangster" the shit still ain't sellingNigga who you're telling I'm the mother*****ing shit?Ren and Banks with another hit, ugh, ugh![Chorus: MC Ren]Niggaz all the same "All the same"There's no money make us happy with the fame "With the fame"Nigga, I'll be checking out the game "Out the game"***** that, all you *****es know my name "What's my name"Ugh, these niggaz all the same "all the same"There's no money make us happy with the fame "With the fame"Nigga, I'll be checking out the game "All the game"***** that, all you *****es know my name "What's my mother*****ing name"[Verse Two: MC Ren]Every nigga in the game, is the same like OGsBroke niggaz getting signed to these junkie companies "ugh"Niggaz beefing without their niggaz, shit don't be making senseAll these mother*****ers lucky if they're getting 50 centsEverytime the record sales, you must be breeze up your talesThere's some *****ing going on, nigga tell me I ain't wrongWhere the players that he at nigga? they're too old to rhymeThere's white mother*****ers wear suits counting every dimeThey give your ass on tour, a big home, a big houseAnd a hive full of cheese so you can be acting like a mouseI'll give about five years, nigga, you'll be broke*****ing fat *****es with a gang of stress to smokeNot enough to choke, you're full of shit ???With ass kissing niggaz, take it from your bang figuresNow you're stuck on stupid, cause you believed that hypeSaid ***** it when broke, you and your ***** hit the pipe[Chorus: MC Ren][Outro: Ant Banks Talking]Yeah, Ren and Banks mother*****er,'98And if you just now thought about getting in the gameNigga, you wait too lateReal riders in the house tonight mother*****erQuick to get y'all throw offAnd if you don't who's these ridersThen you're a liver to get rode on, mother*****ers(Ant Banks played Saxophone over the beats until faded*)
