Song Lyrics

(Pipe that shit up, TNT)
Ayy
Nle shit
(Nle the top shotta) no cap (got the bomb like Al-Qaeda)
Ayy, ayy

I got the stick up in my pants, when I up it, I'ma burn somethin' (brr)
He thinkin' I ain't killing, well that nigga better learn somethin' (you better learn)
And when we sliding, we gon' wet the car, you know we tryna flip somethin' (brr-brr)
Thirty piece special out this Glock, you know that we gon' clip somethin' (gang, gang)
You niggas not no hitters, y'all just really just tryna fit in (tryna fit in)
My Glock, it came out the closet 'cause it got a dick in (no homo)
I'm a nigga with an attitude, you can call me Mac Ren
Never know which Choppa you gon' get, like I'm Ben-10 (gang, gang)

Ayy, murder, murder, murder, I'ma turn into an anthem (turn into an anthem)
Don't f*ck with niggas like the KKK, but I'm a Panther (I'm a Panther)
These bullets went his way, I bet I turned him to a dancer (turn him to a dancer)
A lot of flavor in this gas, bitch, I'm smoking on a Fanta (smoking on a Fanta)
And if he try to rob me, make a nigga do a remix (no cap)
You can't relate to my music, I'm speaking on some G shit (brr)
Know fishbowl in this coupe, nigga, yeah, I'm screaming f*ck a tint (brr, brr)
If I catch a nigga that shot my dawg, gon' bust his shit (brr)
Hundred round drum and I'm looking for a bozo (I'm lookin')
Stand over his body and shoot him, make him roll over (make him roll over)
I'ma leave him dead in the woods, he gon' have a dirt odor
The opps think we done killing, but this shit is never over
I make 'em break down, I love the way the Drac' sound (brr, brr, brr, brr)
Ain't no waitin' now, we slidin' 'til the sun down (we slide out)
He tried to jump up in that water, now that boy up in a lake now (swimmin' with the fish)
Closed casket gang, we gon' leave that boy face out (gang, gang)

You niggas not no hitters, y'all just really just tryna fit in (tryna fit in)
My Glock, it came out the closet 'cause it got a dick in (it got a dick in)
I'm a nigga with an attitude, you can call me Mac Ren (call me Mac Ren)
Never know which Choppa you gon' get, like I'm Ben-10, gang (huh?)

Ayy (yeah, yeah)
Thought I was done on this bitch
We gon' bring that shit back (huh?)
We gon' bring that shit back, bring that shit back (what'd you say?)
Dig what I'm saying?
Rat-a-tat-tat, brrt, brrt
Bah, bah, bah

Ooh, there go the police, grab your gun and run (huh huh)
Then I be smiling while I shoot because the murder for fun (doin' it for fun)
And why these niggas staring at me? Swear to God I'm not the one (not the one)
'Cause I'ma blam 'em, slam 'em, throw a temper tantrum (brr, brr)
If he owe me some motherfuckin' money, I hold him ransom (gang, gang)
I want all the motherfuckin' smoke, I'm causing cancer (I'm causing cancer)
And if he don't let me in, I'm breaking in like Santa, yeah (gang, gang)

Aim it at you, ooh, ooh (huh, what you)
What you gonna do? Ooh, ooh (what you gonna do?)
7.62, ooh, ooh (7.62)
Wet him like a pool, what you gonna do? (Brr)

You niggas not no hitters, you really just tryna fit in (uh)
My Glock, it came out the closet 'cause it got a dick in (uh)
I'm a nigga with an attitude, you can call me Mac Ren (Mac Ren)
Never know which Choppa you gon' get, like I'm Ben-10, gang (gang, gang)

Bryson Lashun Potts

The duration of N.W.A. is 2:31 minutes and seconds.