that niggas shit like a bitch Makin them cut off your light switch when that trigger finger itch Nigga it's my life, it's fine like that black Spice Girl
you end up in a pine box Seen CHORUS You better run go and get your money clip [Jully Black] Run go get your money clip Run go get your money clip The
aka Von) It's only right I jack your car keys and run Spent all of my advancements on weed and guns For fun, when I'm drunk I'll run a truck through the weed house Jump out and
across yo chest It's only right I jack your car keys and run Spent all of my advancements on weed and guns For fun, when I'm drunk, I'll run a truck through the weed house Jump out and
Attack of the bald heads (attack, attack!) Attack of the bald heads (attack, attack!) Attack of the bald heads (attack!) Attack of the bald heads (attack
stash built to High heat for those who creep Ha, peep the ghetto bastards, run in your crib like two Masked men, I run wit a Tek, and we ain't askin
protected The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus Castin stones, crackin two-hundred and six bones And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and
' team locked inside the detox Under key flock, it's like B-block and E-glocks You're ill, your trail end thoughts are frail I strike the cypher and
vocab slow Alphabet run, construction voice might blow Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle Cut down, come with something that's round and
rappers, keep snacking, so keep slacking I'm lap running and speed bagging, heavy bagging, body hooking and left jabbing Make you miscount an attack, then I step back and
where is God, dont you try to play missunder Lord and the rest has been said, say rest in peace 'cause my nigga is dead before they beginning to run and
on a car and my gat, swarm attack, sip Don and Cognac Ain't just me, my whole freakin army strapped Aiyyo, fuck that! And fuck you! Who the fuck you?
and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and underprivileged
you wit it across yo chest It's only right I jack your car keys and run Spent all of my advancements on weed and guns For fun, when I'm drunk I'll run a truck through the weed house Jump out and
Don't let the others get a taste and if they start to bump it Go and smack them in they face and then bury me alive Bury me alive Run with the Psychopathic
lies deceit and arrogance Talk your shit like my life is some kinda game Like you fuckin' know me just go far away and be small Run far away and be small
me in the lost and found But I refuse to fade I'll stay this way Spreadin' venom in the mic till I'm old and gray And now niggaz wanna attack me Flip flop and