Still The Same Ni**a - MC Ren

Guy 1: Hey, pull over there dog, them my niggas over there

Guy 2: Alright

Guy 1: What up niggas, y’all seen that punk ass nigga Ren?

Guy 3: Yeah, that nigga came through yesterday

Guy 1: Y’all seen that nigga’s video?

Guy 3: Nah, I ain’t seen that nigga’s shit man

Guy 1: Man that nigga’s shit wack anyway.

Alright dog

Guy 3: Alright nigga

Guy 1: Hey nigga, put this in

Guy 2: I thought you didn’t like that nigga, why you always listen to his shit?

Guy 1: Cause nigga, I’m on his nuts fool.

Just turn this shit up

Guy 2: Man pass me the phone, «Yeah man whats happening?

Yeah Imma be there in

a minute»

Guy 1: Hey man, turn on the TV

Guy 2: Yeah nigga, roll up that weed

Guy 1: Fool you got some papers

Guy 2: Yeah it’s in the room on the dresser

Guy 1: Ah damn… Hey man I don’t see them

Guy 2: Hey man look in the closet

Guy 1: Oh damn nigga, what the fuck you doing in the closet fool?

Scared the fuck out of me, whats up?

And check it out y’all

Yo, I’m still the same nigga

This nigga be creepin' on fools all day and night

I got German millimeters nigga, fuck a fight

Cause niggas don’t scrap no mo', that’s a no no

Fools get hot, they shoot yo' ass on the spot

Cause bitch made niggas get fucked like a ho

But be outta work like that nigga Arsenio

Cause niggas be talkin' shit behind my back

Wishin' they could get they hands sweatty on my nut sack

I ain’t from Ohio, but I’m a player

So pussy ass niggas what the fuck ya gotta say, uhh

Poppa gotta brand new bag when I rock

Cause niggas on the corner sellin' shit out the ziplock

Uh, but me and my niggas sit back and relax

While I fuck it up bustin' on them tight ass tracks

Yeah, you niggas know where you can find me

I’m kickin' back in Compton with my niggas behind me

Still the same nigga

And check it out y’all

Yo, I’m still the same nigga

I used to be a magician, but a nigga gave up tricks

Cause my assistance was fuckin' too many dicks

So I start my mission, leave my residence

Fuck it, nigga makin' dead presidents

But niggas be wantin' they hands in my pocket say gimme

For a penny, all they feelin' is the jimmy

Like Rick James I’m bustin' out on the funk

Nothin' up my sleeve, the shit is in the trunk

But don’t make me bop that shit, and it’s on

Cause I can get Rocky like Sylvester Stallone

Niggas shootin' stones, motherfuck a sly

If I wanted to I could hit ya with my third eye

Then you’ll be in a deep sleep

So bring the band by, cause nigga chokin' like I mad fly

I’m still takin' niggas out

With the shit that’s droppin' out my mouth

Cause I’m still the same nigga

And check it out y’all

Yo, I’m still the same nigga

Yeah minute you win it, a nigga ain’t a loser

It’s a black nigga hittin' corners on a beach cruiser

Or you might catch a nigga in a Chevy

Cause my motherfuckin' shit is so heavy

Rap skits kicked to the curb, they gets no play

When I’m rollin' in the 4−54 in LA

Fuck the radio and they format

I got bitch made nigga killa wrote on my doormat

So niggas don’t ring my bell

I gotta bad attitude and I’m mad as hell

Cause I break God damn necks with my rhymes

Niggas in the street don’t wanna fuck with mine

Devil’s be askin' what I did

Tell 'em I make funky ass records, plus I built pyramids

But niggas in the streets I’m a good fella

In the trench like Gotti, and the umbrella

Still the same nigga

And check it out y’all

Yo, I’m still the same nigga