Live from Compton - Saturday Night (Feat. Cold 187um) (Without intro)

(MC Ren)
 Come on and step on in, no turnin back
 While I drop [bad word] that have your mind turnin black
 [bad word] I break God [bad word] necks, when I drop verses
 And blind your sight, from the [bad word] that I recite
 Live from Compton it's Saturday night
 But ain't no joke, cause I don't play that [bad word]  Niggas you know I ain't no [bad word] comic
 Droppin street knowledge, plus a [bad word] Islamic
 Hoodrats they do the hoochie boogie for a [bad word]  But that [bad word] don't be workin
 When I'm rollin in my truck, the farthest they get is a big wheel
 For real, and [bad word] made-niggas get they caps peeled
 When I walk, puts a hole in the floor, with the steel toe
 As if you didn't know, now that you know [bad word] act like you knew
 And if you continue trippin, [bad word] you
 I'm walkin with my niggas
 With the help of 187 on this tight [bad word] track
 So step the hell back, and you can't afford to sleep
 Because my [bad word] gets deep

 (Cold187um)
 Ok, time for me to rustle more [bad word]  represent to the fullest
 Everytime that I'm spit, get cha lit
 Get cha lifted, get cha high as you wanna go
 Breakin fools off that wanna floss your gold
 Cause I hate flossers and I hate braggers
 I hate short stoppers and I hate laggers
 On the real, niggas be wanna Free Kick It pass
 So they can beat your [bad word]  and jack your [bad word]  I give em 187 times to try
 But on the real, they better off committin suicide
 Slide me the tech Ren, so I can show 'em
 That I'm not to be trusted, and not to be [bad word] with
 And definately not that [bad word] they wanna press they luck with
 I keep it goin uncut, and if I get mad enough
 I shoot they whole [bad word] set up
 And don't say I didn't warn ya
 It ain't funny, when you be a victim by the corner
 187 be the gate keeper
 Cause where I'm from, the [bad word] gets deeper

 (MC Ren)
 My [bad word] gets backed up for days and days, it's hard to sleep
 My [bad word] is too deep
 Well how in the hell am I gonna deal with new niggas
 That be comin hollerin wolf, and ain't put out [bad word] yet
 Rollin down the street in my 4-5-0
 Throwin wack niggas [bad word] out my window
 Cause rarely do I see niggas that be comin with that funky [bad word] [bad word]  That make you say [bad word] ay, go shoot a [bad word] down
 But here comes that black [bad word] that they call Ren
 Makin niggas go and act crazy again
 Niggas be [bad word] fools for the hell of it
 Some down old niggas better not come this way
 Cause I just don't give a [bad word]  cause I get in a baby gangsta mode
 [bad word] slappin niggas with my fist
 Cause I insist I'm a hell of a lyricist
 But my roots in the street
 Killin playa haters over some wicked [bad word] beats
 Me and my niggas come and get your [bad word]  Then me and my niggas beat up on that [bad word]  Cause me and my niggas, [bad word] love the creep
 When the [bad word] gets deep, it gets deep