[Intro: DJ Bobcat]
Hey, hey Ren, hey check this out loc
Hey man I've been hearing a gang of n***as
Talking a whole lot of unnecessary bullsh** man
What if one of them trick a** n***as
Come at you the wrong way, loc?
[Verse 1]
I'll beat a n***a's a** on this track just for the hell of it
There the motherf**ing piece of p**y there's no tell of it
I don't give a damn I'll beat a n***a like he stole something
And then I'll let the motherf**er know where Ren is coming from
(Where you from, loc?)
I'm from Compton, everybody's on the wagon
I'm looking for n***as that's thinking
That they're the sh**, that's who I'm tagging
Never asking questions I just go right in and do it
And if you're thinking that you can f** with Ren
You b**h already blew it
Like I said before, fools want up in my shoes
But after f**ing with me
They giving up rapping and singing the blues
Me and DJ Train dropping bombs like a B-2
So you should get the picture or if not, you get a preview
That we don't take no sh**
Cause MC Ren ain't a n***a that you wanna try and f** with
Kick a little a** in my spare time
To keep myself occupied when I'm not busting up a rhyme
Writing that sh** that ya love to hear
Cause MC Ren is the final frontier
[Hook] (x2)
(Who is it?)
The black n***a that they call Ren
(Who is it?)
The black n***a that they call Ren
(Who is it?)
The black n***a that they call Ren
You f** with me, you gotta f** with a Mac-10
[Verse 2]
Now throw your hands in the air and let me see ya slap a ho
Start the violence going on through an MC Ren show
I don't give a f** if n***as is fighting in the crowd
I only got one concern, that's my vocals pumping loud
I'm standing on the stage I got my n***as to my right
I bust a couple of verses
Then jump in the crowd and get with the fight
I hit a n***a off in the head with a chair
The reason for that, the motherf**er he was standing there
Then DJ Train will grab the gauge - just in case a motherf**er
Talks sh**; he'll be the victim on the front page
He's on his way to the morgue - to kick it with the rest
Of them motherf**ers that I gave free room and board
So when you at my show
Let me see ya throw your hands up in the air and slap a ho
Cause that's the only noise I wanna hear
Cause MC Ren is the final frontier
[Hook] (x2)
(Who is it?)
The black n***a that they call Ren
(Who is it?)
The black n***a that they call Ren
(Who is it?)
The black n***a that they call Ren
You f** with me, you gotta f** with a Mac-10
[Verse 3]
The final frontier makes the average n***a wonder
Why they do a couple of records and then they go up under
Try to copy Ren but Ren just can't be duplicated
Motherf**ers making p**y sh** so I come in and fade it
Slap the n***as like b**hes if they have to talk back
Put my foot so deep in their a** they have a hole and not a crack
The sh** just makes a n***a laugh, cause n***as be coming to me
Asking me why did I leave size 10 Nike in their a**
I tell them I had to do it was part of the plan
To try to stop the fools jacking off by the hand
Putting wack records in the make
By using R&B f**ing singers in the god damn breaks
Trying to go commercial but they started out street
That's reason why they're still drivin in their two feet
Thinking they can diss Ren's flow, but singing and dancing
Don't go with the format that I be using in my show
It's just hardcore n***as acting crazy on the stage
Wearing gangsta clothes yo and spitting on the hoes
Doing that sh** that ya love to hear
Cause MC Ren is the final frontier
[Hook] (x2)
(Who is it?)
The black n***a that they call Ren
(Who is it?)
The black n***a that they call Ren
(Who is it?)
The black n***a that they call Ren
You f** with me, you gotta f** with a Mac-10