Artist: Slaughterhouse
Album:  Southpaw Soundtrack
Song:   R.N.S.
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

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[Joell Ortiz]
Uhh, once upon a time in the projects, yo (yo)
I'm at a Cee-lo game and my dice hit fo' (fo')
That nigga rolled a 3 but I ain't get my dough
My hammer got a red light on it but I let that go
My whole life hidin from the five-oh, sirens loud outside of my do'
Shorties screamin, "You's a wild nigga!" Lil' bitch actin like she ain't know
I put in that work, my name ring those bells, niggaz know not to play with Joell
Niggaz know NOT to play with my money cause niggaz know I'm NOT takin that L
I've been in these streets, all of my life, had niggaz teeth, all on my Nikes
Had white sheets, all in my heat, had white meat, all on my knife
My nigga this real, nigga, shit (shit) big pound on my chest (chest)
Big pound on my waist, nigga hit pound, R.N.S.

[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]
I ain't ever ran on my niggaz, never took a stand on my niggaz
I will never jam up my niggaz, real nigga shit, R.N.S.
I ain't ever ran on my niggaz, never took a stand on my niggaz
I will never jam up my niggaz, real nigga shit, R.N.S.
... R.N.S. {*4X*}

[Joe Budden]
Look, once upon a time on the Jersey City dock
Had my truck parked in that corner, had them 18's on lock
When a nigga ran up on that bicycle with his hand on that Glock
Tryna get his blast on with that mask on but I thank God it ain't pop
Thank God it jammed on him, jammed on him, pay for havin that drop
If he was in our shoes he woulda killed us too so we ran straight to them cops
That was fun homes, it's cool, see you when you come home, you get a turn, wait
None of my niggaz gon' tell on you, we'll turn anything 'fore we turn states
Just real shit, O's around, no sausage party, keep hoes around
Her name come when we treat her like that, she come around, she goes around
She gon' call her friend up, tell her 'bout that money we throw around
And then gon' blow her jack up to holla at a nigga when they know I'm in town

[Chorus]

[KXNG Crooked]
Once upon a time in North Long Beach, YO
Somebody was knockin at my do'
It's my homie and he from Compton, told me he heard some niggaz was plottin
to come up in my spot and leave me shot and bleedin, prolly from a problem
from the past, get that Kevlar and guard your chest
Stand your ground but watch your step, my nigga that's R.N.S.
Now I circle the block before I pull in the house, I guess a couple killers like hidin in my hedges
Word on the street they heard about the Bentley, park that shit, ride in my Lexus
with two TEC-9's, kind of ironic, how I'm ridin with TECs (TECs)
'Bout to send my rivals a message, cold as the ice in my necklace
I'm feelin like I'm in Vietnam with insomnia, or a kamikaze in Bosnia
Cause it's so hard to rest when you at war with killers and that's R.N.S.

[Chorus]