Lyrics:
time and imma make it count
What you need I double the amount
Imma die if I ain't by ya side
You prolly wanna know what it takes with a mind fulla hate
I Said Make It Run
Well, I Ain't Got No Money
But I Got Me A Gun
I Said You Robbed Me Before
So I'm Robbing You Back
And If It Don't Put
the big dogs (With the big dogs)
Say we only got bark, but you lovin' this sound (This sound)
I ain't even trippin' 'bout no goofy-ass clown (Ass clown)
But
saying never imma make it work
I kind of miss the feelin’ with you by my side
I never knew this how it finna be just tell me what pleases you and count it
just snapped and shifted into high velocity
Opportunities cannot pass, you have to snatch, that is my philosophy
I'm cranking out till I can add up cash
that act iffy
We got maneuvers that's hard to beat
Till the other side retreats
Under six feet beneath
C'mon
[Mark Curry]
I told you that is
the rises to moon, is a love that you snooze
The one, yeah, the one that's in the air
Run, run, run, run to waters
It's all I need
And under another
you’ll get drug nigga
Tie you by yo feet
Hang yo body from a truck nigga
Riding round the city till we think you had enough nigga
Walking round with cold
by my side
Come see me today
Send your love my way
You still wanna be with me
Even though I'm damaged?
Not used to your lovin baby
It's hard to manage
with niggas, that sound hella racist
So you know I just stay to myself, I'm on my own
I feel outta place, never had no home
Think about it everyday, .22
to run it back
Fuck who get the touchdown, long as, we won the match But you passed up on that, nigga, why you puntin' back
Listen, with that play, I was
a couple shots from the Glock in my hand
Damn! At least I'm realistic with my biscuit
You know you get your ass twisted, so run for cover
Me and my man
my strings till the melody sings got a bullet inbetween
No I aint got no copy
Verse:
Eh Told you
you and I dont even think alike
Not enough energy
Uhh...
Lately I been on some other shyt
Copping fits on some other shyt
Spinning foreigns for the fun of it
The groupie hoes fall in love with it
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
at all
Bitch, I'm a star, can't put no trust in
you bitches
Cause bitches like you leave me scarred
I never moved with the rock, but I'm cool on the block
prefer the moon to the sun
Your smile is more precious at night when the light's on the run
Life isn't always easy
My brother would you come with me
And from thinking to be king, you gotta have wealth
Ta the inner revolution i call knowledge itself
So from back "then till now" I still rap for
And from thinking to be king, you gotta have wealth
Ta the inner revolution i call knowledge itself
So from back "then till now" I still rap for
buuuuuuck!)
[Chorus]
[Twista]
You knocked out by the Windy City southpaw
No cookin in the kitchen homie we put out raw
Midwest outlaw, fuck with it? I doubt
that evil man
[Mr. Sancho]
holdin the cap of my gun
surrounded by copers
I'm settin to run out
am ownin your crew with my reputation
and we leavin you
my G's real niggas gone stand up
Where my bitches that's riders you niggas should man up
Sick of impostors thru with these niggas I'm throwin' my hands
of it, yeah
Swimming through that money
Till you out if it, aye
Every time I step out
You could see the drip, yeah
And these Cartiers look like limo
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need
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