Must Be High-MC Ren

Must Be High - MC Ren These niggas be actin' like I f**ked And didn't call 'em for weeks Like they wantin' a ni**a dick In between they butt cheeks They straight bitchy Without their bleedin' and Kotexes The villain that go to Texas Ni**a got a plan full of O's and X's What's yo' game plan? Niggas be sayin' you sabotagin' me But yo' b**ch be suckin' my dick, She be tellin' me that you dodgin' me Like Piazza, a ni**a gots ta, Keep my roster, with b**ches slidin' home, No lickin' yo' sh*t, yo' b**ch is gone Niggas be thinkin' they Machiavelli, Tryin' to bring drama Soon as these niggas whoop that a**, You talkin' Dear Mama But face to face, these niggas be cheesin' like Velveeta, Lookin' smoked out, Hitin' mo' pipes than Peter Stuck with broke hoes, broke and Pussies that they be f**kin', Used up and sideways Stretck marks for days, She about two-hun, Gotta get pissy drunk, To f**k her and have fun [Chorus] These niggas and hoes act the same, Can't tell em apart, Always runnin' 'round Lookin' for some sh*t to start. These b**ches run they mouth, Ni**a, constantly All in mine, ni**a All the time It ain't my fault That yo' punk a** broke Mad, 'cause you only got Stress to smoke. I heard that sh*t that you was plottin' Ni**a you can try To f**k with MC Ren, But you must be high Niggas be high because They workin nine to five But the Villain be hibernatin' Wakin' up at five PM You see them niggas be bitchy because I won't let 'em up on my team And give 'em a title like Hakeem, I'm peelin' caps like tangerines Tellin' niggas I should Break 'em off chips Get 'em in clubs free And take 'em on trips Free-loadin' a** niggas Lose all they sense When they think they gon' floss Off my expense Niggas be goin' corner to corner Bringin' up the bill Askin' questions like the popos Tryin' to see if I made a mill' Then they take that weak sh*t Back to they home fo' pillow She shakin' her head like you tellin' the truth But she want yo' a** to walk What the f**k you expected? Always bitchin' at me When she f**kin' yo' a**, Ni**a she be seein' me. Go look in the room, A costume, fo' Halloween, Of that black ni**a, you know who So you can live yo' dream [Chorus] I hear yo' ho punk b**ches talkin' sh*t, Tryin' to have some say Tellin' other hoes they wouldn't Give me no time of day Still livin' with they mommy She babysittin' while you f**kin' Gettin' county cheques and money From them niggas that you dick suckin' But ni**a, why these b**ches all in mine? Why, ni**a, hearin' b******t all the time? Hoes from high school be wishin' They coulda got wit this dick You know how they be in the car-hop clicks, Muthaf**kin' tricks Now these hoes jockin' Like all up on my style You broke b**ches, How you like me now? Actin' like makin' cheese is a muthaf**kin' crime If I said "drop yo' panties", B**ch you drop em in a dime [Chorus]