Lyrics:
'Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit that gets in
I got a list, here's the order of my list that it's in
It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac
money in my bank account
Landlord's callin' tryna kick me out
Now I'm on the run like Jay-Z
Like Queen B in 13'
I don't wanna go back to my
Lonely desert
money in my bank account
Landlord's callin' tryna kick me out
Now I'm on the run like Jay-Z
Like Queen B in 13'
I don't wanna go back to my
Lonely desert
'Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit that gets in
I got a list, here's the order of my list that it's in
It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac
Master P
Golds in They Mouth Lyrics
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
Them boys from the south.. got golds in they mouth..
Don't trust them when this sun
From a town in Louisiana on the wrong side of the tracks,
came a rowdy Ragin Cajun by the name of Rupernac,
He was harder than a hickory long
to see me, beats fuck up ya hooptie
Suburbans, Benz or the two seats
Major numbers the first week
[Chorus + Jay-z]
[Jay-Z]
Uh, come on with it,
was my dick, yo' face and lips, see'mon
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Young! Woo! Hov'! Yes
She want to meet the only king on the East coast
Hook me up with
[DMC] One two three, in the place to be.. {*"be"*}
[Run] And this is Sugar Ray, and Run-D.M.C.
[R+D] HERE WE GO!
[Hook]
D.M.C. and DJ Run
folks, ecstasy capsules
Presidential scandals, everybody move
Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this
Game
Shoulda learned from the movies that good guys don't run away
But roads weren't made to not go down
And there ain't room for both of us in this town
So
the hunger growing
Our father take these wings, show me a star that'll make me sing
Change lives like Kanye, Jay-Z, Andre, we can get fly be free by Monday
still stumblin and bumblin
Off the intro
So take it a step at a time, this dope rhyme
Be makin a note that it's
Refined by a skilled mind
This is
the sheriff walked in to notify the next of kin papa was run over by a train
It had been almost a year since papa left us here we were sorry but really felt no
tragedy
To run, to run away, to find, what you believe
And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this, this town that
that Drizzy bitch? (Yeah)
I'm with Nicki like (Yeah)
And these bitches be tellin' they niggas I'm crazy
Don't fuck with that nigga, he went at Jay-Z
Well there ain't much entertainment
In a town this size at all
So I've got myself up, dressed for this arraignment
Cause I don't think I'm ready
on the real this is rated
Hit it to the left
who's the first one to get it to your mind and
state of shock when I hit it
run up on niggas who be frontin
this a cash flow
Young Jay and I ain't never had a Jaz-O
Ask Kanye "who the real asshole?"
Cuban links smoking a Cuban, Fidel Castro
Feet up
[Jay-Z:]
Can I kick it?
Yes you can
Can I kick it?
Yes you can
Can I kick it?
Yes you can
(I'm kina lovin that)
Can I kick it?
Yes you can
Can I
I take the bus to town
Sitting in the back and talk to no one
I got the high heels on
I go out dancing all by my own
People are pushing by
Feeling bold, gangsters blood runs cold
It's time to reload this old .45 colt
The wind's gusty, it's hot, muggy and dusty
Bust a couple shots, make sure
Welcome to Jay-Z's poetry reading
Art, who goes there?
Do this, do this
It was the winter, it was cold
It was the cold winter
Welcome ladies
his gaze, both barrels blaze
Staring you down
Love is the gunman and no mercy has he
This time his sights are set on me
You can run, you can hide
Discuss these run this town by jay z Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In