Mc Ren - One False Move Lyrics
Badung bang(chorus)Ren your dangerous, you know you bat like a weekRen your dangerous gun shots from juagardonleeDangerous, me know you bat like a weekRen your dangerous, gun shots from juagardonlee[mc ren]Move, now let me fall into the grooveBreakin niggaz off but I break em off smoothUsed to try to pimp, but the hos got oldA nigga cant remember how much dope that I soldIn my youth, the shit is the truth, go to jail for the proofNiggaz makin records sellin two copiesTryin to ***** with me because your raps sloppyNow back in your cage your wings are shortYou tall, dirty mother*****ers dig the basketball courtsI can tear ya ass up in a rhymeBut I wont mention your name, cause thats a waste of my timeSo I call my niggaz, chip and dollar billScoop up to the hill when we move in for the killNever retreat you dirty nigga take a seatBig mother*****in feet, with your wack assed beatsSo train what up? cut em with the shapeMake the nigga walk the plank, the dirty nigga always stankNigga better raise like the titanicAint from atlantic, but Ill make your ass panicAnd thats only one step, pride is keptA glass of piss weigh as much as your repNigga your throughOne false move and a mother*****as dead>from one nine millimeter shot to the headOne false move and a mother*****as dead>from one nine millimeter shot to the head(chorus)[da konvicted felon]Quad is kept, I stepWith the nine millimeter comeComplicated with the gat to the back of the devils headThen I pull the trigger till he deadRed rum, all I can see when I close my eyes at nightDreamin of vision of murderers comin with butt, while satans out to fightI aint rappin to tightYoure *****in with a mother*****in madmanThat dont take shit from a redneck chickYou can put your mouth up my steel dickAnd suck until I pull my trigger come, ejaculate my gunWhatll be done, when I be makin your blood runInto the stretchAnd mother***** that white trigger that got his *****in ass beatMany be ***** poppin cant attail for that kneeBut not so many as I gave so much a buck, buck from meBuck, but it gets it up, Im tryin to defend my own skin>from a nigga who loves crackers, so come and ya jack emSleep with the enemy and get treated as suchThe convicted followed no bust, and lust for youTo make that one false moveOne false move and a mother*****as dead>from one nine millimeter shot to the headOne false move and a mother*****as dead>from one nine millimeter shot to the headBut if every nigga grabbed a nineAnd started shootin mother*****ers it would put em in line(2x)[dollar bill]I was never the one to run with the packBut was the mastermind for settin up the jackSo if they every saw my beamin it wasnt from crackI musta been beamin them grubs to hit the sackAnd let me remember the days of way backWhen everybody was homies and no one played thatRockin em, sockin em, knockin em out the box now tell me whats upLook at me wrong fool, you get tossed upI mean *****ed up, you lucked upI didnt come out a long time ago, with the fast or the slow flowAnd callin me wack, no thats a no noThe style just so wild, while your style just so-soNasty, they cant pass me, its too fast seeNiggaz that blast fast I dont let em blast meUsin my mind like a nine millimeter to abuseSo dont make one false moveOne false move and a mother*****as dead>from one nine millimeter shot to the headOne false move and a mother*****as dead>from one nine millimeter shot to the head(chorus)Many more will laugh and suffer, many more will laugh and dieOne false move, and its an eye for an eye(chorus)Yeah, Im ready to die today(repeat out)
