Lyrics:
the Running Man
Office max my fucking plan, tryna stack a thousand bands
Don't smoke or drink
But that don't mean your whole crew won't catch second hand
Said
Truth you after after fact, shit is wack
Fuck it kill it gimme breath
Psycho villain I'm a threat
Out my feelings like express
Crew on blessed I got
death day
They stay on some other shit
Pops shoot, second nut
Inherited his stubbornness skies are grayer
My whole clique despise the Mayor
With dreams
your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket
If your feelin' sick rub it on with Vicks
'N take two to six of our sweet super mix
Your street time is
your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket
If your feelin' sick rub it on with Vicks
'N take two to six of our sweet super mix
Your street time is
feelin' like a vibe
When I get a vibe I don't think twice
Thought I wanted you for my life
Now I guess it's just a waste of time
Whole crew feelin' like
you need
Cuddie got more options than a lunchable
By the way, she ate the dick, you thought my shit was edible
There ain't nothing green about your
As always i'm on my Trump shit tonight
Let me tell you what it is
Bruh ayy, you know me
I went down seven years of
My life for mothafucka's
Hating me for
step on the scene I'm about grass
Without my team I'd be stuck in the past
Check our degree we heating up fast
No stock pots
Got gold in the files in my
street drug jive
"Hey white boy, what ya doing uptown
Hey white boy, you chasing our women around?
'Pa pa pardon me sir
Nothing could be farther from my
the Shiggy challenge
Bust it, make it shake, I can't even keep my balance
We on our second date, and I made her pay the balance
'Cause I don't wanna
I
in my mind as a child
I received what will influence my whole life
1991 second encounter with Hip Hop
I saw Boston Phase II Crew dancing at school
whack crews poppin big time trash
Tellin us that in a battle we can't last
The battle started at 10: 30
And by quarter of eleven
Was no longer eight crews
the future holds
I could drown in the depth of depression and fold
Or be crowned as a king surrounded by gold
Celebrating success that my life's bestowed
story or my second worst nightmare
Look over my shoulder I can bet that you'll be right there
Waiting for my loving from today until the next day
Best
Spent all my dough on my linens
Lack the melanin to be embellishing
Lyrical Ritalin Hellish and riddling
What the Hell is it
Just a middle man blessed by
to biz, you know I'm a diss them fast
So play like 98.7 and kiss my ass!
Cause me and rap is like peanut butter and jelly
Which reminds me of a song by
Everything from my shirt and jeans cost
me 7 G's You ain't gotta go overseas, just holla
at me Leviticus, got it out the MUD, yeah
I'm steady chasin' Mulan,
to pretend, yeah
Get bands, get bands, spend it all on my friends
Gon' pull me up, pull me up, pull me up
And never let me down (they never let me down)
He finna die by a 7.62
Fuck on your bitch pass her back to the crew
You can get stepped on; you step on my shoe
He said he a crip so he bleeding out
it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep
y'all shit retarded
(I just got excited, man I almost farted
That's too much information, my bad, I'm sorry
We got syndication, our shit go hardest)
not Cover My face from humiliation and spitting
Isaiah 53 Seven He was oppressed and He was afflicted
Yet He did not open His mouth
Like a lamb that is
Yo, whassup, this is Tajai of the mighty Souls of Mischief crew
I'm chillin with my man, Phesto, my man, A-Plus
And my man Op', you know he's dope
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