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the city looking
Back, you can actually
Pinpoint this transition, the very moment
Meek realized he could do this
Forever: he marked it
By cutting his hair

around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you were snitches so
Don't come around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you talkin lick
Don't talk

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

flashing by
If you blink then you might
Miss the world as it flies by
And in the corner of your eye
I will be there making tracks

Slowly I'm watching

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

your iPod player
Running in circles on these tracks
Only to roll in a cage and
You crashed like a NASCAR racer
I'm a gargantuan Hall Of Famer
On stage

haters 'round my way
But that paper I must chase
So I act like I run track
Treat my life just like a race
Ain't no pump faking no way
You miss every shot

help I can do this all by myself
I see you, I wanna run away Run, run, run far away

I just wanna get away from you And all the bullshit you put me

a Patek
I know you an eater
Can tell by the lisp


Only got time to level up
Level up
I think that I leveled up
Leveled up
Only got time to run it up
Run it

me, and they down with the reason
Changing up the seasons, white bunny, red rum
I took it by the head and fucking beat it like a drum
If you got

classy, gold hand bone, mama said I'm too flashy
Niggas wanna jack me, tell 'em, "Run it," like a track meet
On my DMX shit, tell my enemies to get at me

RUN FROM POVERTY
Words by Roshaun Clarke
Music by Comar Campbell, Shawn Allwood, Derrick Davis

Intro
Yea Bay-C
Me do this one for the poor you know

know I'm taxin' you double
I'm in the pocket like a runnin' back, run it back
I bought your new shit, hey, run me my money back
Fly by night, this

run it run the town
Run my city like a track meet
Check my resume check my rap sheet
Check my check account cuz the bag speak
And them broke days feel

The hunter is down inside the misty Vale
He will track you down and there is no escape
No animal you are and nothing change the fate
The path

tracks
It's time to lay down new tracks

The old me knew me, the new me lost touch
He got lost in love then run out of luck
Now I am back, living more

heard you run,from the game
(but) you were listening
You stuck in your vengeance
Don't you know you're the one to blame?

[Reff:Norgoth]
I by the night

you ask, was I bound and chained in this cold and dismal place?
Not for any mortal sin, but the wickedness of my abhorrent face!

Track down this

and the lows
Shoot for the stars and that's where you'll go

Run it up run it up
Aint no backing out aint no backing down
Run it up run it up
I do this for

Make it go click with the click
Make his ass run like a track meet
F*ck on ya b*tch in the backseat
Cannot be fake cuz why would I do that
Say that they

Don't Play No Game That I Can't Win

Beastie Boys

Hot Sauce Committee, Pt. 2

2011

It's hot here gotta say it's so
I got you right where I want 
Got an honest face so you turn your back
When in doubt run up your attack
At one

was born and fucking raise there
Yeah
Nobody know by the name boi RJaY
On the track
Never left this game bitch right
Everybody thinks I was long gone

fuck up my numbers
Don't play when it come to my funds, yeah
Hit and run at the bank
I got so much that I can't contain
You know I'm all about my gains

The Game Belongs to Me

UGK

Underground Kingz

2007

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