Lyrics:
pack ya track and do 5 flat in your Dodge son
Now let my canine backtrack the copy-cat
Your night life is up, so what you had, you gotta sound track
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
blunt
They blow smoke to get a rise (Please)
Love in me, ain’t never been Isley
It's more lively
Give life in rhymes, You won't diminish mine
I Run
bullets, and that's just hardcore physics
I won't give a bitch my digits
Somethin' happen to me, I ain't trippin
I know all my dogs gon' run and get
how you run, oh see how you pay
Another honest mistake
If dreams are all you need
Then alone is where you'll be
I'm the leader of the middle
produced the track
So another line bout a gun motherfucker
And I'm a pass one to you, blast one through you
You don't got adrenaline, ass run through
thought we heard you"
Joke's on you; you heard a bitin'-ass crew, but um
Never do what they do, what they do, what they do
Thin is the line that run
chea
Kanye West on the track (whoo!) Chi-Town, what's going on now?
Can I talk to y'all for a minute? Lemme talk to y'all for a minute
Just gimme
affliction though they may hurt me
I do preach wrath but I speak on mercy
And grace by faith, you can call me churchy
Run, this is your race, boy. Run, don't
ass up, drop it
Make that ass low
I'm a pimp up on the drive by
Pimp it to my spine
And let me introduce you to
Some bitches that I got
I got to hold
track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P
I don't know
Money Records man a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, fresh for all his flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo' brain
'Cause
account
Dawg I got a vault
And you got my name in your mouth by the gulp
I withstand all that, give me
My check and respect, i demand all that
Before I (pop
only angels can fly
If you need a helpin' hand I won't pass you by
Your time has come you can stand or you can run
But don't keep it all inside
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
You got it your on the right track
Now your solving the equation
Putting time where you need it
If you don’t let it, it won’t go by
Won’t go, won’t go
run, they run, they run, they run their lyric through
But when you're finished rhymin' you have not heard nothing new
So this one dedicated to the one
We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this
Hee's baaacckk!
To rip on this track, I'll rip any broad
I don't care, white or black!
Hee's baaacckk! If Pit's on da job
Then there's no need
you on down
It's time we make like we was making tracks for higher ground
I'm always taking chances and got me by on luck
One a few and lost a few,
both?
At the end of the night when I'm asking "What's up"
Track 6 of 50's album that's what's after the club
All the same when I run my game
Let me
Run it Run it
Run it Run it
Run it Run it
Run it Run it
Run it Run it
Run it Run it
Track yea I just run it
Track jacket counting hundreds
(Counting
a reason to keep it talkin'
You want to
You ain't built to squabble with us (uh-uh)
I come to your show with heat homes and run on your bus (yeah)
I
inside me (yeah)
Durag energy
I'm on a wave, you niggas cap
Give you the shakes like Faces of Death tapes
When that lady got hit on the track
I'm
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