ILWMH [DISCONTINUED]

Kizz My Black Azz

A few months later....

I'll beat a nigga's ass on this track just for the hell of it
There the motherfucking piece of pussy there's no tell of it
I don't give a damn I'll beat a nigga like he stole something
And then I'll let the motherfucker know where Ren is coming from
(Where you from, loc?)
I'm from Compton, everybody's on the wagon
I'm looking for niggas that's thinking
That they're the shit, 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 fuck with Ren
You bitch already blew it
Like I said before, fools want up in my shoes
But after fucking 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 shit
Cause MC Ren ain't a nigga that you wanna try and fuck with
Kick a little ass in my spare time
To keep myself occupied when I'm not busting up a rhyme
Writing that shit that ya love to hear
Cause MC Ren is the final frontier

[Hook] (x2)
(Who is it?)
The black nigga that they call Ren
(Who is it?)
The black nigga that they call Ren
(Who is it?)
The black nigga that they call Ren
You fuck with me, you gotta fuck with a Mac-10

I finished the first verse of my new single Final Frontier. To be honest, N.W.A breaking up gave me a chance at a solo career and new ventures. Like E said, 'All publicity is good publicity.'

"Yo Ren, that was fire," Bobcat, the producer told me.

"Thanks man," I drinking a sip of water.

"Damn, you fucked it up, Ren," Eazy complimented.

I laughed at all the hype. "So, I heard Shanya got knocked up," Eric assumed.

"Yup, it's gonna be a girl," I confirmed. Speaking of, I have to go with Shanya to this appointment in a few hours.

"Well let me lay down the rest of this song. I have to go soon," I said stepping back into the booth.

°S h a n y a°

"Ugh, where is he?," I angrily asked. I was 20 minutes late for this appointment. Time for the final ultrasound. You know, for six months I was barely showing. But, I have confidence that my baby is going to come out healthy.

Finally, he walks in the door.

"Took you long enough," I proclaimed.

"You know, you are just grumpy. A grumpy, pregnant, scorned lady," he joked.

"Shut up. Help me, my ankles hurt," I pleaded.

"Damn Shay, I was hitting that hard? When I lay pipe, I lay it hard," he boasted.

"Boy please. You ain't hit this in a good while."

He swooped me up bridal style into the car.

At the doctor's office, we had to wait half an hour because we were late.

"Ms. Wilkinson," the doctor called.

Lorenzo and I walked through the narrow hallway to his office.

"Hello I'm Dr. Charles Nixon. Please remove all clothing except underwear," he said before walking out.

"Damn, you are blessed," he mumbled as I was undressing.

"While you're over there staring, can you help me unbuckle my bra," I asked him.

He walked up to me, unbuckled my bra and planted kisses on my neck.

"Ren, I'm not doing this with you," I moaned.

"I know you want this as bad as me," he said bending me over. I quickly pushed him away.

"Don't start nothing you can't finish," I warned putting on my paper gown.

"Mhm, I always finish," He flirted.

The doctor immediately came in and plugged up the machine.

He started the routine of rubbing the jelly on and roller the scanner. On the screen, there was static where it was hard to see the baby.

The doctor scanned every where to find it.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but, there's no baby," he told me.

"What do you mean?," I panicked. Lorenzo looked up on the screen.

"Ms. Wilkinson, the baby is gone," he confirmed.

I swallowed a knot in my throat. Tears welled up in my eyes.

"T-there has to be a mistake!," I sobbed.

"You're telling me I'm not having no baby girl?," Ren asked with a tear streaming down is cheek.

Right now this pain is unbearable. My hopes and dreams were crushed just like that.

Her name was La'Nya.

La'Nya Jeraldine Patterson.