Run

I don't give a fuck who you are
I don't give a fuck who you get homie
I'm gonna fuck you up
I'm gonna make you run your money

[Coast]

If I support a deal with real shit is that I know better
So fed up no-cheddar-having go-getter
I don't need nothing when your cocky team bluffing
Cause you fuckers about dope as a poppy seed muffin
Worship me like the scripture in your favorite book
My soul reels the ghost chills that King David took
So try to penetrate I'll devastate your whole platoon
Then emerge a month later from a smoking tomb
Goons tie shrooms and balloons filled with heroin
Popping poon in hotel rooms at ?? Sheraton
It's evident I'm colder than cold water on sediment
You can't relate you better skate like Nancy Kerrigan
That's oldschool, my flow's new to a whippersnapper
Sickest rapper some would say that I'm a wicked cracker
Greasy guinea, mouth dirtier than olden truckers
Soulless fucker only pray over broken rubbers

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[Nightwalker]

You ain't getting money you ain't doing shit, you ain't even breathing
Knock 'em out they fucking shoes and leave 'em bleeding
We be eating on the south-side of the Windy City
When I'm with Tabs or Philly ain't nobody fucking with me
In ritzy restaurants dressed like fucking hooligans
I'll pull the pistol out with a drink in my hand like Julian
Me and my brothers sip on bourbon aged in old barrels
And we got a crazier following than Joe Carroll
A known asshole walking down a road less traveled
I'll rip my own fucking heart out and throw it at you
Then go get tattooed all in a days work
I used to be a piece of shit, now I'm way worse
I never paid for a verse I never bought a beat
I don't need you respect on the web I get it on the street
Motherfucker talk is cheap appease this .38
I peeped your last record every fucking last word is gay

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[Tabs]

How about a little thanks, I ain't in this game to get rich
But I am trying to fill up banks like the Fresh Prince
Be on the nexus on some next shit
Not Mr. Smith but I'll leave fresh prints on your neck like a necklace
You'd french kiss half the dudes on your friends list
You dudes are tripping like Mr. Hendrix on 10 hits
Wanna see me live in the flesh with these clenched fists
You got a dying man's final request; a death wish
It's who I rep with, anyone else is downgrading
We turn this shit around that's why these clowns about facing
Your props are make believe you ain't profound at ground breaking
Maybelline is the only way you ever laid down a foundation
So hows it feel to be about as real as Snooki's tan
I'll snuff a fuck trying to butter me up like a cookie pan
Shouldn't push me, we know you pussy fam
Coming out the closet trying to convince us you's the boogeyman

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