Lyrics:
Bitch run it back
Got the mac, packed in the back
On that fuck shit, trunk full of gas
Swerving past, to the function
Bring that pack, you know I
and a Saturday's
Run by different people, and they're just the same
Sign up very early, get up and give them a show
Now it's time to rock and roll at King William's
a sucker ya better move on
Ya see it's P just flowin' with the microphone
Keyon layin' the tracks to the dope beat
The mixin' and scratchin' done by my nigga
and dance with the beast
Leave you with broken toes & left feet
Have you like ya lifeless flows, yes deceased
Element of Reverend Run DMC
The son of Byford
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and grandpa we
Brothers brothers brothers
I got shot
By the cops
One time pull up on yo block
Run yo pocks
Pick yo locks
Crack you wings saying fuck yo flock
Niggas send
I'm tryna run up a check
Man I'm tryna get this money
You bitches hate too much
Catch me boolin' by myself
I don't hang in a bunch
Trust me she ain't
somethings on a high shelf I jump and get it no help
Cause there's nobody else contending
Live by one saying if I dreamt it I meant it
Til' I got a suburban
Yup
We walked the dirty sixth
Crawled the nasty nash
And when they kick us out
We start another bash
Yeah we take ya to the house
Down by the sticks
ya ya
I want da house by tha lake look hey
I get a bag ereday ya ya
Run up my cake and I stay out da way
Look run up my cake u just stay in yo place
on the couches
I buy ugly houses
cuz this where dough got founded
Ima run to ugly houses
cin't sit around, on the couches
c bad prop retouched,
like yeast,
Keep 'em there
Yo, run the jewels, run the jewels, run the jewels
Can you feel it?
I used to be rollin' like a millionaire
Cash in a flash,
deep thoughts can resort
In a tortured brain
I'm from the school of hard knocks
You man weren't schooled the same
Don't Run-DMC, don't walk this way
Too
even try running out
'Cause the 44 mag will leave you're ass by another house
This is Jadakiss
I'm spraying everything I see in my radius
The kid
of the drillers
Comin' from the hunnids, you got change for a billion?
Comin' for the house, real change in a minute
When I run for '24, I know my spouse better
shit, there's no gimmiks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boyz courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.
Verse 2-(Buk)
Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up,
it's a real deal b****, the real s***, there's no gimmicks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boys courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.
Get down, feel the ground,
"Man, shut the fuck up
Slow down, slow down, slow down
You see that brick house right there?
That's the nigga crib
When he come out just tighten his
"Man, shut the fuck up
Slow down, slow down, slow down
You see that brick house right there?
That's the nigga crib
When he come out just tighten his
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run
From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K
In the heart of the slums that's
run New York (yeah)
Watch out! We run New York (yeah) (Hurricane G hit em one time)
From the Brook, taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooks
My pops had told me and my bro to be home by 3:30
It’s like 2:40 we not even on our way back
His friends are older but I go wherever they at
I blend
Feeling like star
Valet park my car
I be going hard
Buying out the bar
Bring the house down
Like a deck of cards
I can take yo girl
Known for
I'm so fly when I be in my Jeremy Scott
Blowing out of jobs
In my Audi cars
Run DMC no shoe strings hit 'em with a swag like molly mar
Got a pair
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