Run It

Lyrics
[Intro] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh [Chorus] Tell em to run it You knew I was gunnin' One foot at a time they dashing and running I'm really fosho I ain't doin' no stuntin' Mike Tyson, 1, 2, he punchin' [Verse 1] Opps do the dash, man, I thought they was thuggin' I wanna see drip so I up it in public Busting the bullets, you better get lucky Finish him off then I get right to tuckin' His mom on the scene She shedding them tears Better get right up, go look in the mirror Stop crying 'bout a man that didn't even matter Cuz when I was drillin' he really got splattered (Aye) Yeah, Yea, Yea, Yea, Yеa,Yea Like I'm working at the dеli Turn that opp boy brain to jelly Everybody say Free Melly Put a Perc up in my belly Bite like a snake Can't trust nobody Got good aim I don't need nobody I'll spice it up Like it's wasabi She ask me for things, she know what to call me [Chorus] Tell em to run it You knew I was gunnin' One foot at a time they dashing and running I'm really fosho I ain't doin' no stuntin' Mike Tyson, 1, 2, he punchin' [Verse 2] P-Jizel Dagate and I'm at it again When I'm finished with her then I hit on her friend Got bullets goin' at em I send it again I'm beatin' many, many men If you ain't seen Then yo' mom 'bouta die Chopping her up and put her in a pie 2 long bullets She say goodnight She ain't really say that but I turned off the lights I go door to door if I wanted smoke Thought I was a crip So they went around calling me a loc Tag on his toe When you check him, he on his last breath He finna be like Jesus on the cross dying the last death The drugs messing with my teeth, giving me meth breath That junt stank so bad, junt smell like T-rex sex Yea [Chorus] Tell em to run it You knew I was gunnin' One foot at a time they dashing and running I'm really fosho I ain't doin' no stuntin' Mike Tyson, 1, 2, he punchin' [Outro] Yea (Aye, Aye) Yea (Aye, Aye) Yea (Aye, Aye) Eeek, Eeek Eeek (Aye, Aye)
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Credits
- Writers
- P-Jizel Dagate