One False Move - MC Ren

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

Move, now let me fall into the groove

Breakin' niggas off but I break 'em off smooth

Used to try to pimp, but the ho’s got old

A nigga can’t remember how much dope that I sold

In my youth, the shit is the truth, go to Chip for the proof

Niggas makin' records sellin' two copies

Tryin' to fuck with me because your rap’s sloppy

Now back in your cage your wings are short

You tall, dirty motherfucker stick to basketball courts

I can tear ya ass up in a rhyme

But I won’t mention your name, cause that’s a waste of my time

So I call my niggas, Chip and Dollar Bill

Scoop up to the hill when we move in for the kill

Never retreat you dirty nigga take a seat

Big motherfuckin' feet, with your wack assed beats

So Train (what up?), cut him with the shank

Make the nigga walk the plank, the dirty nigga always stank

Nigga better raise like the Titanic

Ain’t from Atlantic, but I’ll make your ass panic

And that’s only one step, pride is kept

A glass of piss weigh as much as your rep

Nigga your through

One false move and a motherfucka’s dead

From one nine millimeter shot to the head

One false move and a motherfucka’s dead

From one nine millimeter shot to the head

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

Quiet as kept — I step, with the 9 millimeter cocked

When I creep from the back, get the gat to the back

Of the devils head then I put the trigger til he’s dead

RedRum all I can see when I close my eyes at night

Many a vision of murderous criminal blue-eyed

Satans I have to fight, I ain’t rapped too tight

You fucking with a muthafuckin madman

That dont take shit from a redneck trick

You can put your mouth upon my steel dick

And suck til I’m pullin the trigger cum, ejaculate my gun

Yah will ill be done, when I be making your blood run

Into the street — and I ain’t fuckin with that white trucker that got his

fuckin ass beat

Many a pussyclot shed many a tear for Denny

But not so many couldve gave as much as I fuck bout Rodney Buck,

but I gets hit up when I try to defend my own skin from a nigga

Who loves crackas, so them I attack-a

Sleep with the enemy and get treated as such

Da Konvicted Felon will bust and lust for you

To make that one false move

One false move and a motherfucka’s dead

From one nine millimeter shot to the head

One false move and a motherfucka’s dead

From one nine millimeter shot to the head

But if every nigga grabbed a nine

And started shootin' motherfucker’s it would put 'em in line

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 fucked 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

Niggas that blast fast I don’t let 'em blast me

Using my mind like a nine millimeter to abuse

So don’t make one false move

One false move and a motherfucka’s dead

From one nine millimeter shot to the head

One false move and a motherfucka’s dead

From one nine millimeter shot to the head