* (NOT Cash Money -- MC Ren's brother)       My niggaz call me Grinch and yes I'm known to be a fuck up   Loaded clip, folded sticks, my lifts and double cuffed up   Put my stick so nigga feel my pockets with the dollar   'Cause they rock keep the stock in a private prison parlor   Grinch you did it, your black ass really did it   Give Bone the microphone and let him kill it   Give Bone the microphone and watch me beat you like a cop   Lil' G from the hall so the maggot won't stop   And plus I'm packin' punches always keep a good grip   My homies call me Bone from the Whole Damn Click   I live like a mack and keep the bitches on my dick   You sorry sap sips still hangin' on my shit   Compton is the heart and that's where we all from   The jackin' goin' on in the hood and in the slum   And don't be caught slippin' while we dippin' the 4   'Cause Ren'll grab his nine and watch him smoke 'em from the door   And then we make a dash and put that ass in the air   True checkin' done by the true fuckin' player   I'm headed to the cut with straight chronic in my pock   Rainin' make 'em kill 'em 'cause I'm servin' 'em spot   And that's how it's done I keep it flowin' like a sailor   My beats are large my feats are star, some called me Chuck Taylor   Then I call the Juvy 'cause I know we gotta Coupe   Don't worry 'bout a damn we got the end, we gettin' loot      Then call me Mr. Dopeman when I'm chillin' in the spot   My niggaz call me Bishop when I'm rollin' with my glock   The crackers call me bandit when I'm runnin' from the cops   And the bitches call me daddy when I'm tearin' up the cock   Yo the title's Mr. Fuck up so I figure that I'm fucked   Got no luck, shit, gotta go and earn a quick buck   Boom boom, is the sound of my cannon   'Cause I'm a nigga with a motherfuckin' gun master plannin'   I'm a crazy ass nigga makin' motherfuckers fall   A nigga from the streets hangin' in the fuckin' hall   I place where we smoke bud and niggaz get bent   And when it comes to music put on MC Ren shit   Now everybody chillin' and the bitches gettin' freaky   Took a trick to the room now she gots ta lick me   Lickin' out my ass hole like a fuckin' groupie   I'm through now I cleans up and call my nigga Juvy   Headin' downstairs my niggaz hand me a 4-O   Smokin' the extension you know it's the indo   Now I'm feelin' high like I'm sittin' on a cloud   The dust that we kick I guess we live our lives foul   Beware of the nigga that they call J-Rock   The party's goin' through but I still got my glock   I'm watchin' for the bad apples in every bunch   And if it's necessary motherfucker we can thump   Or get a fuckin' pump, put a hole in your chest   Slugs goin' straight through a bullet proof vest   Matters gettin' worse if I have to drop the dogs   Beat ya in your face yellin' till ya hit the hall   So smalls, get your fuckin' 9 and your clip   And let these motherfuckers know what's up on the Whole Click