Run For Cover

Lyrics

[Intro: Rampage] (Yeah) Yeah, motherfuckers, wanna talk shit in the motherfuckin' room I got somethin' for your motherfuckin' ass, nigga, check it out [Verse 1: Rampage] Rampage I'm comin', express through yo' chest (Chest) In yo' Lex-GS, stop talkin' BS My watch is still flooded (What), 850 for the budget I'm rugged (Uh), cats get gutted, robbed then stabbed (Stabbed) Send they rusty ass straight to the lab You's a crab (Uh), I take mines off the top like Fab (Uh) Hit you with a jab for the '98 (Uh) Number one in Billboard with the triangle shape Flipmode on every mixtape (Uh), watch you cats get scrape Rampage, Alexander the great (What!) [Chorus: Rampage] Niggas run for cover 'fore its too late (What!) You know we got it locked way out of state (What!) [Verse 2: Rah Digga] (Now!) Who the chick to come ice the cake Where the fuck all y'all on my licence plate (Type shit) Shittin' on niggas done got a rap bitch fiendin' (Fiendin') Celine type creamin' (Creamin') Make them rappers poof like them crackers did Keenan Meanin', I run that, waitin' on mine like I'm the LL comeback (Huh) Corny ass, crawled out some hole Now you souped 'cause you slither up the totem pole (What?) Flipmode Squad affiliate of Time-Warner (Yeah) Send all you fucks back to decorate the corner [Chorus: Rampage] Niggas run for cover 'fore its too late (What!) You know we got it locked way out of state (What!) [Interlude: Spliff Star & Baby Sham] Now Baby Sham, (What?) take (Yeah) the safety off hold [Verse 3: Baby Sham] There's a lot of fake cats that jump in they man's Rolls (Word up) Come to my show with these (Yeah) fake wallow's Turqoise (What?) hid invoiced with plans to blow See me backstage with the gauge (What), that pulls my pants leg Hand made suits (Uh), contracts is in the briefcase Life negotiate so when I split these pies I'm fuckin' your dimes! Flow for flow, battlin' rhymes Talkin' some crime Now I gotta split your time (What, what?) Get your shit pushed back like these seats recline (Yeah) [Chorus: Rampage] Niggas run for cover 'fore its too late (What!) You know we got it locked way out of state (What!) [Verse 4: Spliff Star] Spliff Star, throw on my scully, tippin' my brim (Uh-huh) Stand on the Street corner scuffin' up my Timbs Take off my jacket Pack the four-fifth, cause a racket (That's right, hah) Freaky nigga Jimmy Swaggart (What?) Kill a fucka (Ugh) Niggas had it (Hah) Contradiction (Uh!), crucifiction False Leadership Richard Nixon Bouncin' and switchin' the lanes all up in the Range Here's a fifty for twenty dollars of gas, gimme my change! [Chorus: Rampage] Niggas run for cover 'fore its too late (What!) You know we got it locked way out of state (What!) Niggas run for cover 'fore its too late (What!) You know we got it locked way out of state (What!) [Verse 5: Lord Have Mercy] Fuck yes, the World's famous international Sinner irrational Nigga who dance with wolves [*Wolf howl*] Masterful bash skulls Crack axles, peel out in black Fords [*Tire screech*] Splatter brains on dashboards Start anthrax wars See's cast like task force, die on a cross (Hah) July 4th, blow your hands off (Blaaoow!) Special delivery Jam cause with ghetto misery (Yeah, yeah, praise God) When I'm killabrese of canines (Ahh) Last names, heard it through the grapevine (Ahh) Killin' your blood, millennium bug United States divide with hate crimes Roll snake eyes In the concrete jungle of hell While Lord Have stays Super like the son of Jor-el [Chorus: Rampage] (What!) You know we got it locked way out of state (What!) Niggas run for cover for its too late (What!) You know we got it locked way out of state (What!) [Verse 6: Busta Rhymes & Rampage] I be the last nigga The quick to bust your ass nigga Do anything in this world to get the cash nigga I might even get mad and even slash a nigga Rob 'em and get away in a car and crash, nigga Fuck the world gon' do when I drop the smash, nigga? Iron all in your face, don't make me pull the trigger Another reason for me to have to poor my own swig a' Thought I was posin' for word up, but a fed took my picture Surgeon general I represent the underneath They ask my nigga Keith, the worlds greatest fuckin' thief Brick layer hardcore smash your front teeth Niggas is wildin' and straight givin' they mother mad grief Rob a nigga, strip him down, leave him in his brief Do so much dirt, the priest asked me to turn another leaf Made the priest flip, change his whole belief Started wildin' in the club with them niggas that start beef (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) Act fool