Lyrics to RNS
Featuring Diddy Bob
This ain't your nephew homicide
This ain't your cousin robbery
This is your uncle murda motherfucker
(Hook)
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
(Verse)
2 chainz and he pop without wearing a nose ring
He took a shot at pac for wearing a nose wig
Lil wayne said he ain't feeling new york
Then fab made a record that was so new york
This nigga kanye talkin bout Kim K sex tape
I wonder how I should feel about his new sex tape
And these niggas say hove don't come to the hood
They got the parkinson and brooklyn right in the hood
We ain't bringing the city back, we makin it look good
We going deep on the game like the old school should
I said stop, hold up son, out to lil kim
Bitches weren't be suckin dick if it wasn't for kim
Man these bitches suck cock just to get to the top
That's because they ain't got that ill 9'er like foxx
Fuck 3 remi, fuck the rap bitch who got shot
I'm on my john gotti shit then my kennedy drop, let's go!
(Hook)
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
(Verse)
Suicide, cause light he ain't commit death
That grimey no got hurt till death
Ain't no love in hip hop, we all get that
I know Mona sky wish she could bring Criss back
Wish I could bring Biggie and Big Pun back
I wish I could bring stack bundles and big L back
The game ain't the same, I ain't on no hatin shit
Rappers done changed, snoop doing jamaican shit
Hood boys buggin till they shoot at the jakes
Man I was mad for 5 cartel released his face
It's a drought going on, I wonder if jeezy got it
Shit, meech woulda have it, I wonder if jeezy got it
Got a call from a man in new york, yeah I spoke the son
Tony said that new 9's album is art
He said he pissed off that Mardy broke up
You say that interview with x lookin all coked up
(Hook)
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
Respected, or get disrespected
Brooklyn! It's the molly team.
This ain't your nephew homicide
This ain't your cousin robbery
This is your uncle murda motherfucker
(Hook)
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
(Verse)
2 chainz and he pop without wearing a nose ring
He took a shot at pac for wearing a nose wig
Lil wayne said he ain't feeling new york
Then fab made a record that was so new york
This nigga kanye talkin bout Kim K sex tape
I wonder how I should feel about his new sex tape
And these niggas say hove don't come to the hood
They got the parkinson and brooklyn right in the hood
We ain't bringing the city back, we makin it look good
We going deep on the game like the old school should
I said stop, hold up son, out to lil kim
Bitches weren't be suckin dick if it wasn't for kim
Man these bitches suck cock just to get to the top
That's because they ain't got that ill 9'er like foxx
Fuck 3 remi, fuck the rap bitch who got shot
I'm on my john gotti shit then my kennedy drop, let's go!
(Hook)
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
(Verse)
Suicide, cause light he ain't commit death
That grimey no got hurt till death
Ain't no love in hip hop, we all get that
I know Mona sky wish she could bring Criss back
Wish I could bring Biggie and Big Pun back
I wish I could bring stack bundles and big L back
The game ain't the same, I ain't on no hatin shit
Rappers done changed, snoop doing jamaican shit
Hood boys buggin till they shoot at the jakes
Man I was mad for 5 cartel released his face
It's a drought going on, I wonder if jeezy got it
Shit, meech woulda have it, I wonder if jeezy got it
Got a call from a man in new york, yeah I spoke the son
Tony said that new 9's album is art
He said he pissed off that Mardy broke up
You say that interview with x lookin all coked up
(Hook)
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that rns, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
This that r, r, r, r, real nigga shit
Respected, or get disrespected
Brooklyn! It's the molly team.
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