Lyrics:
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run
mind over matter it's got a true-school-blue
betty cracker made it better
poindex the flex to track by Busta
with a little bit of sore from
Mindin' yo' business, they grabbed you by yo' collar
You feel like Marvin Gaye 'cause they make you wanna holler
But since you can't run, you might
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
a mansion for my mother
A 24/7, the cool-aid smile
Say hey Track 11, look at my power
Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off
Because you got to get lost because
a mansion for my mother
A 24/7, the cool-aid smile
Say hey Track 11, look at my power
Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off
Because you got to get lost because
Run it up know what's up
Y'all calling my, name y'all know
That I winning I keep it
Professional for the, business now run
It up run it up y'all
run it like a track meet
(Come to me, drive-in movie)
Tonight, I'm gonna give you all my love in the back seat
Bubble pop electric
Bubble pop
(uh)
No substance, just small talk
Now why you're feelin' on that girl's behind
You got a sleazy, one track mind
Workin' your back until you think
(uh)
No substance, just small talk
Now why you're feelin' on that girl's behind
You got a sleazy, one track mind
Workin' your back until you think
not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks and contracts," you know
When we out for commas
Got a holy flow like the Dhali Lama
I can run up in your house
Thinking I'm a squatter
Body on the track
That's a fact
When we
When we out for commas
Got a holy flow like the Dhali Lama
I can run up in your house
Thinking I'm a squatter
Body on the track
That's a fact
When we
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
Butterflies run the line
The pressure up the side
Through space and throughout time
As earthlings compromise
Can't choose, so now you're on the D-side, goodbye
I'm just here at home I left you all alone
Like you asked for
Like you made me break my back for
Like you scheming and you keeping track a bad score
I
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run
Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your
But I guess we gotta move on
I'll make you your own star
So you can shine bright
You can shine bright by yourself
What's the point of wasting that good
But I guess we gotta move on
I'll make you your own star
So you can shine bright
You can shine bright by yourself
What's the point of wasting that good
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run, boy)
a movie, yeah, I'll be the next Scorsese
I just put this track together just to prove that you're my lady
Cause you're my right hand baby
Girl you drive me
Yeah
Y'all ready for this one
I'm going off on this track like a flipping light switch
Flip the switch and I'm off to the races like Mitch
Rich Tim
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