Lyrics:
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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
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
Written By: Derrick Wyatt
Ima go and run the game so you can sit down
I’m not gonna stop until I go and get the crown
Remember when you didn’t
the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that,
You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that,
And the name of the band is
to win by nature, cause I came up, came up from the concrete
There ain't nothing holding me back,
You're never gonna push me off track
Cause I got a good
Da Sensei hah, for the '9-8
F.T., Mike Zoot, Prince Po' huh, Pharoahe Monch
The Frontline, huh
You don't know what's up with this, uhh uhh
You
(Yeah)
(This my final warning, yuh)
I just run plays, I don't ever run track
Old self coming back, tryna keep me inna loop
I was on call so I had
on the wrong song an' I'm on the right track
I hit the cypher, and you bounce talkin' 'bout "Strick, I'll be right back!"
What the fuck you comin' back for?
I
so I never lack
Steps on demons like we running track, I know how to scrap
Remember days I was chasing after wealth, know I wanted that
Nowadays I run
Im hanging on by a thread
At any moment i might cut the circulation with this rope on my neck
I feel the pressure build inside it makes it hard
So you know you got to go when tech n9ne give you this track
So I call on krizz, rittz and prozak, let's go!
(here we go again! haha! hey tech,
Hold your breath when you see me walking by
I'm obsessed with movies, like Barbed Wire throw a stiletto in ya eye
I confess I'm like Jesse James in
you back
I'm running to the bag
I'm running to my future
While you running off the tracks
I can guarantee that you
Gon try to run it back
Fuck your
know why you not on the track team
The way that you run from me
I know you fucked on my mans
So i gotta fuck on his bitch
Aint sorry but i still got love
(Xayo)
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'm about to deadass record you, you heard
I'm 'bout to put y'all niggas in the track
I love you too,
and screwed
Niggas always lying on they tracks
Nigga tell the truth
I could do this shit by myself
I don't need no boost
Nigga we gone slide down yo block
Nigga
you got no memory
Card
Fell on my trap card and now I attack
I heard your new track and that shit is wack
Hearing my new shit, you say that shit gas
I
runs dry
It's a special delivery that never gets by
It's a scream, it's a sigh, it's a laugh, it's a cry
And I'm waiting for you to come along
done
The horses are coming so you better run
Run fast for your mother run fast for your father
Run for your children and your sisters and brothers
Leave
Cl’ Che but you can call me Ms West
The only rap chick in South Park
In the library history chest
SPC, SUC, you can run across me
Legendary emcee
Every
at
Still got no track
Started missing that
Now my son rap
I can hear the trap
Krazie where you at
Please run it back
Ah
Eleven years gone
I think it's long
tests without losing my lead track?
Now she’s 6 feet deep that’s why I cry all day yeah
Say she gonna put you on her zone
Now she’s dying dry on a low
children like Phillip Rivers
I meet her at the Mondrian, hit it, she buy me dinner
Catch you slippin' at the titty bar, hypnotized by a stripper
My lettuce
so good, she started a limp
Young nigga be getting to lit Throwing money like Salary sticks, Yuh
What the fuck you think this is? Run your money up,
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