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of gettin' money? That's never a [?]
Every day I be runnin' from night to the morning
Get it in in the rain, get it in while it's sunny
I'ma run up a check
beat 'em
I heard you can get 'em cheaper
Where yo' plug? I wanna meet 'em
I got stripes just like Adidas
They was all once doubters
Had to turn them
tell them boys is rookies
When they make it rain in the club
You know them boys is rookies
When they got a hundred ones under dub
I love it when they
Def done it
Who the ultimate? Yo my man speak upon it
Aiyyo I stop fools and drop jewels but never run it
Rock mics so nice I make you stock price
a change of clothes
Got it the Range, ain't look back, it's hard to doze
You would think I was running from a couple of foes
Hustl'in up, gangstas, on my
the world could never take your place
There's one-thousand-four-hundred-forty hours in my day
I've been trying to call you all day, 'cause I got so many
Gettin beat by labels now they clit is loose
Act like you don't fear blocks with hordes of gats and gangs
I can see your tear drops of scorchin acid rain
it's coming from, another album number one
SYN bits released so we start a flood and let it run
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Hey it's
it's coming from, another album number one
SYN bits released so we start a flood and let it run
Skip the introduction to enter this discussion
Hey it's
makers
You gon get bars straight from this
Foreigners phone like jail breaker
I get rid of your bars like bail bondsman
Since you don't wanna sit in
'Cause if you sleep I keep the cheap motherfuckin'
Tape you gave me, so behave see
My name is Run and I'll run this ruler up your ass
And measure
from now
Picture commissary, I'ma hold you down
Heard my nigga Ike about to touch ya
We used to run the yard, you're times up
7: 30 on the Joe Paul
later
I'm the type to stand out
Never took a hand out
I got my shit planned out
Watch my plans pan out
W.O.H.
Never ran from a bout NIGGA
Show you what
growin' all up in the ghetto
Now I'm a weed fiend jettin' to Palmetto
In Medina, yo, no doubt, the God got crazy clout
Pushin' the big joint from down
music better
So bring the rain homie
I no longer feel a thing homie
Put some weed up in the blunt, getting dazed homie
I got that backpack rap, go 'n run
you come home from the feds
Only time these niggas speak up when that pain hit
Fuck them niggas I hope they got it when the rain hit
Went against me
back at full speed
Hoes in flow, you know, bimbo
And won`t stop prayin' and playin' until I`m layin' up in fo`
Nowhere to run, nowhere to go
I got
’m on, so can you stand the rain?
Showers of bars come from my soul for real, no Candy Rain
Stay in ya lane I stay in my bag like groceries
She’s wetter
Barry'n me, we used to escape, playing I go ape
Wearing italian clothes, drinking cider, talking in the rain
Hey babe, come over here, let me buy you
One evening while out strollin' a friend
I chanced to see
He was begging behind a bottle
On Spring and Bowery
He said, "I got some news for you
Only
a friend i got sauce for two
We was walkin in the rain now we coppin coupes
Call me bob the builder how im pulling out the tool
If you talkin bout some cash
leave me alone)
All the haters say
“You are not cool”
All the haters say
“I don’t know you
I don’t really know where you come from
Or what is it that you
haunted by the skeleton
If you got a beat tape out let me get it then
If you got a dark beat on it I’m a kill it then
If I got a song in me I’ma sell it
getting lonely
I got to see my baby eh eh eh!
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