Football Training (Extract from "Symphony No. 9 in D Minor, Op. 125: IV. Presto" From "Dead Poets Society")

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(feat. Bigg Rocc, Chip Dirty) [Intro: MC Ren] John-motherfuckin-Doe, live for you, motherfuckers We got John Doe in the house tonight That motherfucker just came back from off tour And he gon' tell all y'all punk bitches A little somethin' about yourselves, it goes somethin' like that [Verse 1: MC Ren] This shit is fucked up, hoes tryin' to have the nigga set up Bitch wear my drawers You scandalous-Ass-Hookers I ain't fuckin' with yours Fuck the Po-Po's we dipped in Lo-Lo's We the bud men in the Parking Lot they Co-Co's I'm sick of the homey, and fuck nine to five's In hood ain't no nine lives, ain't no niggaz even fightin' with knives No dialogues cut you down to sizes Have your mama screamin' and puffin' the joint If she don't visit your grave, she visited the joint It's fucked up how we brought up Put the nigga on the bottom and then you make him catch up Niggaz out here ain't givin' the fuck Tryin' to live day to day, get they dicks sucked It's the Villain, Chip and Rocc You bitch ass gay niggaz need to stop... [Chorus: MC Ren] Who bring the street shit nigga you know "John Doe, John Doe" Keep it Guerrilla my nigga fuck the Radio "John Doe, John Doe" These niggaz out suffering, fuck the world, you know "John Doe, John Doe" Niggaz ain't falling for your shit no more This is "John Doe, John Doe" [Verse 2: Bigg Rocc] Since 12 I've been a young thug juvi' My life, is like old black street buvie Big booties, drugs, alcohol straps The good die young, we got new quarter of bags with new sacks Junky-Ass-Cops, crooked ass that crackin' the ground But dope'll never found So why in the fuck would you pull me over "because you got a Benz and a black Range Rover" Or in my four, hittin' corners on switches Mad cause I got a car low, full of bitches My style is different, nigga pay attention Two thousand and three John Doe is doin' the lynchin' Some niggaz is bloodin, some niggaz is cribin' Some niggaz all about the green, some pimpin' Some hit you with the beam for no reason 365 westcoast killin' season... [Chorus: MC Ren] Who bring the street shit nigga you know "John Doe, John Doe" Keep it Guerrilla my nigga fuck the Radio "John Doe, John Doe" These niggaz out suffering, fuck the world, you know "John Doe, John Doe" Niggaz ain't falling for your shit no more This is "John Doe, John Doe" [Verse 3: Chip Dirty] "Niggaz" what you're claimin' "Niggaz" sound the same and "Niggaz" runnin' games and "Niggaz" entertainin' "Niggaz" tryin' to save me cause they can't see me Same niggaz ain't leavin' what they claimin' them be Bust too many super thugs and ready for super slugs My niggaz do super drugs, in hood for super loves While you playin' too dirty he is playin' for keeps Keep in the streets duckin' while I'm servin' your eat You wise to speak, get out your seat "The villain is coming" Compton sold them cum, can't commpete you must've forget We the original, crimin-als, Bigg Rocc'll pull your files John Doe got fuckin' styles So, write it down, remember it, take a picture I gives the fuck My niggaz is quick to get with you Spittin' that He-Talk, We-Talk, C-Walk if you wanna If you was a buster, bend the corner........ [Chorus x3: MC Ren] Who bring the street shit nigga you know "John Doe, John Doe" Keep it Guerrilla my nigga fuck the Radio "John Doe, John Doe" These niggaz out suffering, fuck the world, you know "John Doe, John Doe" Niggaz ain't falling for your shit no more This is "John Doe, John Doe"