Run Up to Me

Lyrics

[Chorus: Pill] Run up to me Run up to me Run up to me But you can't come to me for no handouts Run up to me Run up to me Run up to me But you can't come to me for no handouts [Verse 1: Pill] OK, this corner is going nuts, this paper keep folding up The police keep rolling up, but that shit ain't holding up Damn thing, cash man, I gotta have it For cabbage I'm acrobatic, take your luggage and bag it Respect this thugging, I'm at it Bitches, fuck them, I'm maried To trapping, cuffing and stacking While you clubbing, I'm sacking Up these dubs in this package, I'm in love with these karots Hot for hundreds like rabbits, that's why I'm stuffing my mattress Damn, ham, sausage, meat and baloney In these streets ain't no homies, you gotta keep you a chrome piece For niggas creeping up on thе Most of the people is fonеy Won't even feed you when hungry The rute to eating is lonely I said it, I meant it If you don't like it, check it After I get full, I'm still going back for seconds Can't do nothing but respect it, when I whip them bands out You need to walk the other way, if you got your hands out For real [Chorus: Pill] Run up to me Run up to me Run up to me But you can't come to me for no handouts Run up to me Run up to me Run up to me But you can't come to me for no handouts [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] My nigga hit me on the fiddle, for that zip [?] Said Fred, I just came home, can you shoot me some shit to get on? You know that ain't no thing, I ain't tripping, go get your flip on Gotta look out for my peoples, got plenty [?] to sit on When [?] running up to the [?], these other niggas get shit on Better kill them with the killer, and [?] I'm [?] I bet you that bitch get hit on We don't hold them things for [?] we get them and get them gizone [?] we never stress it, express it or U.P.S. it Keep it moving, plus I shoot farmisuticals out to Texas [?] Midwest [?] can't get rid of I don't [?] stick to [?] 'Cause me and my chopper stick together like [?] Just tucked under my sweater, for the chetter, we burn [?] Smack them if they acting, we put them bitches in bandages [?] cover the dammages Think twice before you [Chorus: Pill] Run up to me Run up to me Run up to me But you can't come to me for no handouts Run up to me Run up to me Run up to me But you can't come to me for no handouts [Verse 3: Pill] What you looking so sad for? Is it 'cause your cash low? I got nothing for you, baby, I only take cash flow If you talking 'bout debbit, dead it, I don't take no credit Fed is the only way, so if you broke, then you look pathetic Pill only want cheese, 'cause [?] Can't throw no cheese on that bitch, then I gotta leave My stomach can't keep on growling, I can't keep on window shopping I'm sicker when Christmas comes, I'm the one with the empty stocking No time for the [?], I'm thinking 'bout bigger profits I like them new Prada shoes, plus I need some bigger watches 'Cause homies ain't really homies, and friends ain't always friends But money is always money, and M's is always M's I learned the game long time ago Find some blow Find a store Post up at that motherfucker, time to blow Grind some more Don't ever let these suckas know what they tryna know Everything on the dash cash, what you think I'm grinding for? [Chorus: Pill] Run up to me Run up to me Run up to me But you can't come to me for no handouts Run up to me Run up to me Run up to me But you can't come to me for no handouts