Run That Back

Lyrics

CHORUS: Yeah, 6 shots echo from the PJs, next month number one request for the DJs. Could you run that back?Y Yo Jeff! Run that back! Aye Jeff! Run That Back! Run That Back! Yeah, 6 shots echo from the PJs, next month number one request for the DJs. Could you run that back?Y Yo Jeff! Run that back! Aye Jeff! Run That Back! Run That Back! Verse 1 (Eshon Burgundy) South Philly some time in the late 80's Really but not really driving the hood crazy Bangin' my music loud when my momma not around No consideration for the neighbors, I ain't turn it down Only thing I turned down was the job from my cousin when asked me if I wanna slang 'caine Nothing could make me do that although some feel like they have to, I ain't mad at you for what you believe But me, I could never kill my own folks My own heads told that there was no future in dealin' dope If it is Texas like Houston on our phones Let us know if it is if it ain't, leave it alone Take that rubber off the wheels of steel we see that cone Same thing when that gun is revealed you see that chrome Mother fear of the son that get killed she be alone So she keep praying for him and hoping they bring him home for those.. CHORUS: Verse 2 (Black Ice) Aye Jeff remember that track? The one that had that clap? Similar to the sound of the gat Busted after the party Everybody running, ducking from the melee Studio west fresh fest you was the Dj? You seen it all go down from behind the turntables The grind and coke fables and niggas snatchin' cables To chicks that just wanted to be down with the music man Play the music man Jeff you the magnificent Infinite in the hood before coke was top stock Saturday cut the streets off Jeff about to rock the block Give us all what we been fiending for A meaning for life a little break from this constant strife we living in Let it spin homie I present the one and only Transformers scratch top contender of the phonograph Sometimes I wanna' laugh at how long you've been in it And never waiting for murder to go and wreck it just spin it CHORUS: Verse 3 (Eshon Burgundy & Black Ice) Yeah we Philly boys We grew up in the streets Comrades blew trees like Illinois We may be brocheech just to fill a void Listenin' to Jeff and Fresh P when they called it noise The streets called it a Voice The industry called it a Grammy We call it a choice Now call it the way we've been doin' it from that day Now it's not 1 MC but 2 and a DJ And I live for my people And I die for my people I got a pair of top 10's and a P-Coat And I'm from Philly no doubt I rep the East Coast And I live for my people And I die for my people I got a pair of top 10's and a P-Coat And I'm from Philly no doubt I rep the East Coast CHORUS