Run

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[Chorus: Tyler Lyon & Snug Brim(?)] Run run run Run Run When you feel the heat around the corner, get busted, you too high on Marijuana Little nigga, better run One shot, two strikes, three breaks, four cops, get stopped When hear the sirens are flashin', put the pedal to the metal, [?] fastest, nigga [?], get dope, nigga [Verse 1: Skatterman] Top speed, hoppin over puddles and fences At the backdoor of the spot where I was handling business Nosy Neighbors must have told them about the traffic I had We done stacked a hundred thousand in a month and a half We was two for ten on Tuesdays and Thirsdays, making it pop hard 20 for a chicken if soft, 20 for rock hard Semi automatics and fullies comin' from Akhbar Paparazzi snappin them pictures like I'm a rockstar Cheese, I hear a copper yell "FREEZE!" But I ain't stoppin, even though I'm weak in the knees I'm on some Priest Holmes, O.J., Mark Brunell shit Gon have to tackle me, cause I ain't going to jail, shit I heard 'm saying "this the fuck we got on the poster" I took a glance, see the piggy reach for his holster Running for my life, but he keep getting closer Palms sweaty, breathing heavy, I done dropped my toaster [Chorus: Tyler Lyon & Snug Brim(?)] Run run run Run Run When hear the sirens are flashin', put the pedal to the metal, [?] fastest, nigga Little nigga, better run One shot, two strikes, three breaks, four cops, get stopped When you feel the heat around the corner, when you high on Marijuana Come on just run [Verse 2: Snug Brim] I got the silancer, my [?] Breathing heavy in my Chevy, skirted off on your lawn Heard some [?], nigga, what's that? Reach for the blunt, get smacked Open the door, cocked strap Down on the ground, blood splat Blap Blap [?] suicidal if you think I feelin' bad for you, homie Never freezin' when I'm funked up I'm pullin in that Yay What the fuck did you pay Hear my glass shatter, face in the mud Duckin' them stray [?], gun battle, tasting my blood, watching that K spit And if I hesitate, I'm losing [?] Crawling all on my knees through the back of my ride I let a couple off, but I ain't seeing shit clear 3 niggas with 3 guns, putting dents in my grill What should I do? I got 22 on my gun If it was you, would you shoot, or run? [Chorus: Tyler Lyon & Snug Brim(?)] Run run run Run Run When hear the sirens are flashin', put the pedal to the metal, [?] fastest, nigga Little nigga, better run One shot, two strikes, three breaks, four cops, get stopped When you feel the heat around the corner, when you high on Marijuana Come on just run [Outro Skit: Tech N9ne] Hold up, before we move along Hold on, I'ma spit this gum out my shit, *spits* Before we move along I gotta give shout-out to my homeboy The motherfucker that makes it possible for us to come to the studio every day, and do what the fuck we love Motherfuckin' Travis O'Guin, you know I'm sizzlin'? CEO of fuckin' Strange Music That nigga put his muh'fuckin' money up that he had made years ago You know I'm sayin'? Doin' furniture shit And got with me and say: "Nigga you wan' do your label? Let's do it! I dig your music. Let's fuckin' do it" And he don't, you know I'm sayin'? He ain't scared to put out the shit that I say You know, like "Psycho Bitch", and, you know "The Industry Is Punks" You can't come in here sayin' "industry is punks" when a nigga got, like, over 2 million dollars invested in you and shit But the nigga's still with us Travis O'Guin, that's the shit, you know I'm sayin'? He- he let us do what the fuck we do, e'rbody's down with me, you know I mean? They feel the same way, and we gon' move along I just had to give shout-out to my homeboy, spit the muh'fuckin' gum out, and keep movin'! This next artist! Was the first artist that we signed to Strange Music You know I'm sayin'? The first artist Now, Skatterman & Snug Brim was the first group Uhh, Critical Bill was the first rock group This is the first artist, his name was Kutt! Calhoun! Street nigga! His album is called "Feature Presentation" Hardcore shit This first song I'ma play you is called "Whip It" One of my favourites! Ghetto shit, baby You don't feel it, you can suck my dil- I, hold on, what word can I use? Hold on "Sug min pik" was over there in- "Sug min pik" was in... Denmark! "Sug min kuk" was in, uhh... uh, uh, Sweden Fuck it, I'ma- You can suck my dick, fuck over there! You can suck my dick if you don't like this This is called "Whip It", by Kutt Calhoun, hehehehahahahaha.... A-haha! A-haha!