Lyrics:
name is DJ Run
Shoots a gift like a gun
Slays suckers one by one
Rather chill than kill
Cause the killing's no fun
So together forever
Crew be
angel arms
[Lil' Rock]
I'm put on the Earth route to do things, known by two names
The voter Lil' Rock, yo let's start a new game
I'm a throw docks
live in California, drive a drop top
Roll by the beach, look at the freaks
jump in my car, I do it every week
DJ's who know call me Mister Short
All
Intro/Hook (x2)
(*The hardcore rap act is back!*)
(*Ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin?*) HARDCORE!!!
(*The hardcore rap act is back!*)
(*No I, no I
with me and my crew you getting murdered
Now I'm outta' jail and the motherfuckers dead
You know who gon' talk about the fucking [?]
Put ya [?] for
my way
You better know what you gotta do
Feelin' like 2Pac, I got the juice
F*ck yo' crew, Kliq Kliq on the loose
Who you gon' call when you need that
to bend
Symbols so discontent
I live in dystopia
Accompany opium
Soon they're covered
By phony associates
I'm still hoping this
Opens the door to coping
no lie ima like it
I know that sounds bias
But really who gives a f***
cs long as we happy You better know we gone live it up
Like a gang we
brought to the light
Theresa May who put up a fight
That splittin her nation in two just wasn't right
But in hindsight the Irish were forgotten in spite
No
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
styles
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
they fall
Got all of these rules just to live by the law
This is my surefire I don't get no applause
I'm just being me ain't no way that it's my fault
Mafia way, Lavish way
We Kill niggas for fuckin up the mob
Facts
Live by code die by that bitch, RIP Kimbo
When you in the hood with that chicken
high enough
Bad b**** always keep two cause two bad enough
Who us ain't nobody us they just mad at us
G's up ima Grinaboy I can't give it up
A's up ima
a station
Then it's no comment, no comment, no comment
They can keep me to the sunrise
From littering to gun crime
The code that I live by I die by
Man you
She thought she'd live with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by
loose change
I m standing tall Two Chainz
Too busy to give a f
Plotting like Bruce Wayne
Heart cold what’s feelings?
Like a Deadman
I stay chilling
Like
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
cha want to do?
want to ride with, want to roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo what cha, what
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
we're running out of love
This just in cop is jury, executioner and judge
Saw a live stream of being shot at yo guys, WHAT THE F***
WHAT THE F***, WHAT
and kelp]
Once upon a time in the days of yore
When the people lived fresh outta legend and folklore
There was an old pirate who piloted vile slang
Had
backwards on a one way
The color flawless, bitch I reek of money
(Bitch)
Fast life, born to die, who gives a fuck
We done seen it all by 25, and lived it up
across borders
Remember my name F-to the E-V-E-N
Tell ya crew, tell ya school, tell ya next to kin
In act two, this is my chance to blast thru
And my
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