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Run it up 
You wanna talk put some hundreds up 
Nowadays I don't talk cuz my money up
I'm the 1 could careless bout a runner up

I see bodies

nigga)
Move, move, move, look, like

Never lack, I stay wit' a knock
You fuck wit' them niggas, yeah
You gettin' shot kLU, don't run to no cops
Ayo Spongy,

to get by
Shoved the knife right into my back
Now I'd only wish that you would die
You thought you had us all fooled
You worthless fuck I hope you

Choke

It's Big Don on the fuckin' track
Walk in the spot, they look in my direction
Hold up, is that why you mad
I hope not You don't want me to slide

mathematicals, you ain't prepared
(The equation shows that we're truly amazing)
Dividing up your crew wit nothing remaining
E=MC squard (So run scared)
We droppin

There's a party going down and shawty you're invited
Tell 'em J.V.K.C. there and thotties get excited
Blast this track on all the speakers and they

else's engine we don't
Run a damn thing we're just pretending
So all the big talk, don't affect me
My elders licked banks so
You can't impress me
With all

the cap, that's a cop out
Dead in they tracks, stomped out
We need the racks, do a run out
Everybody coming to the party, pop out (Halo!)
Dumb hoe, get ya

more and get so fucking high
Thats just how we living so come close ill catch you by surprise

I run them bands up
Lets fuck some cash up
Across

to get over it
Let's toss him out that track, he tried to run and still got hit
Stand ten toes by myself so these niggas can't tell me shit

I said,

(Yung Lan on the track)
(Evergreen with the heat, yeah)
(James about that check, boy)

I chose you (yeah)
Walkin' along, hopin' I run into you

no one can set me free

Run all you want
Im already near by (near by)
Take all you need to escape and disappear
You turn your back
I'm there to kill

I'm out here like a chef with the chopper
Harley Davidson with the chopper
Boy, I make them run with the chopper
Cut them one by one with the chopper

I can spit these bars like a Groza
And I can run the field like Cozart
Yeah I'm on the beat like Mozart
And I fly through the track like a Go-cart

Aw Lord baby, she got a flip phone
Da damn baby, I been smokin'
Been chokin' and it's so potent baby
We high baby
And you got the silver Gucci by my

a blunt 
Why you mad 
I look down and my jeans are stuffed 
I work hard and I grind till the sun come up
Told you that 
When I named that track "Coming Up"

Bignard007.com
Hey yo, you keep talking trash? Soon you're gonna hear a blast and your ass
Better run fast, cause that's my rap slug. Headed straight

"elevate your mind," but you gotta read between lines
Makin' moves in silence, expressing through rhymes
My energy rolling, roaring on tracks like chains
Let

a class by myself you cant fuck with me
Who you nigga you cant fuck with me
Who you nigga you cant fuck with me
Who you nigga you cant fuck with me
Im in

Track, huh lil Track
That bih she prolly love me none
She prolly movin on
She hate it when I flaunt
She say I'm way too numb
I run my money up (yuh, yuh)

Wings of the Morning [Album Version]

Capleton

Prophecy

1995

of action been dumped onto me
No stop from wicked them no stop from flee
Ah nowhere to run and there is no void

Boy you better put on the wings of de

a diss, track, bitches better run you know I kill in the mic for fun dead or Alive

to you sumbody been through, and you
Might come across a track by someone who understands you
Vices'll releave you but that's temporary
Walking towards

name's ***** I'm came to compete
These Versace is from Italy
I used to run track in the heat
Past failure I'm tryna delete
I'm *****, I been here before