(feat. Da Konvicted Felon, Dollar Bill)

Badung Bang


[CHORUS]
Ren your dangerous, you know you bat like a week

Ren your dangerous gun shots from Juagardonlee
Dangerous, me know you bat like a week
Ren your dangerous, gun shots from Juagardonlee


[MC Ren]
Move, now let me fall into the groove

Breakin' ^!$$%z off but I break 'em off smooth
Used to try to pimp, but the ho's got old
A ^!$$% can't remember how much dope that I sold

In my youth, the %#@! is the truth, go to jail for the proof
^!$$%z makin' records sellin' two copies
Tryin' to $#&@ with me because your rap's sloppy

Now back in your cage your wings are short
You tall, dirty mother$#&@ers dig the basketball courts
I can tear ya $$# up in a rhyme

But I won't mention your name, 'cause that's a waste of my time
So I call my ^!$$%z, Chip and Dollar Bill
Scoop up to the hill when we move in for the kill

Never retreat you dirty ^!$$% take a seat
Big mother$#&@in' feet, with your wack $$#ed beats
So train "What up?" cut 'em with the shape

Make the ^!$$% walk the plank, the dirty ^!$$% always stank
^!$$% better raise like the Titanic
Ain't from Atlantic, but I'll make your $$# panic

And that's only one step, pride is kept
A glass of piss weigh as much as your rep
^!$$% your through


One false move and a mother$#&@a's dead
From one Nine millimeter shot to the head

One false move and a mother$#&@a's dead
From one Nine millimeter shot to the head


[CHORUS]

[Da Konvicted Felon]

Quad is kept, I step
With the nine millimeter come
Complicated with the gat to the back of the devil's head

Then I pull the trigger till he dead
Red rum, all I can see when I close my eyes at night
Dreamin' of vision of murderers comin' with butt, while Satan's out to fight

I ain't rappin' to tight
You're $#&@in' with a mother$#&@in' madman
That don't take %#@! from a redneck chick

You can put your mouth up my steel dick
And suck until I pull my trigger come, ejaculate my gun
What'll be done, when I be makin' your blood run

Into the stretch
And mother$#&@ that white trigger that got his $#&@in' $$# beat
Many be #~!!@ poppin' can't attail for that knee

But not so many as I gave so much a buck, buck from me
Buck, but it gets it up, I'm tryin' to defend my own skin
>From a ^!$$% who loves crackers, so come and ya jack 'em

Sleep with the enemy and get treated as such
The convicted followed no bust, and lust for you
To make that one false move


One false move and a mother$#&@a's dead
From one nine millimeter shot to the head

One false move and a mother$#&@a's dead
From one nine millimeter shot to the head


But if every ^!$$% grabbed a nine
And started shootin' mother$#&@er's it would put 'em in line [x2]


[Dollar Bill]
I was never the one to run with the pack
But was the mastermind for settin' up the jack

So if they every saw my beamin' it wasn't from crack
I musta been beamin' them grubs to hit the sack
And let me remember the days of way back
When everybody was homies and no one played that
Rockin' 'em, sockin' 'em, knockin' 'em out the box now tell me what's up

Look at me wrong fool, you get tossed up
I mean $#&@ed up, you lucked up
I didn't come out a long time ago, with the fast or the slow flow
And callin' me wack, no that's a no no
The style just so wild, while your style just so-so

Nasty, they can't pass me, it's too fast see
^!$$%z that blast fast I don't let 'em blast me
Usin' my mind like a nine millimeter to abuse
So don't make one false move


One false move and a mother$#&@a's dead
From one nine millimeter shot to the head
One false move and a mother$#&@a's dead
From one nine millimeter shot to the head


[CHORUS]

Many more will laugh and suffer, many more will laugh and die
One false move, and it's an eye for an eye

[CHORUS]


"Yeah, I'm ready to die today" [repeat out]