Run For Cover

[Intro: Rampage]
(Yeah)
Yeah, motherfuckers, wanna talk shit in the motherfuckin' room
I got somethin' for your motherfuckin' ass, nigga, check it out

[Verse 1: Rampage]
Rampage I'm comin', express through yo' chest (Chest)
In yo' Lex-GS, stop talkin' BS
My watch is still flooded (What), 850 for the budget
I'm rugged (Uh), cats get gutted, robbed then stabbed (Stabbed)
Send they rusty ass straight to the lab
You's a crab (Uh), I take mines off the top like Fab (Uh)
Hit you with a jab for the '98 (Uh)
Number one in Billboard with the triangle shape
Flipmode on every mixtape (Uh), watch you cats get scrape
Rampage, Alexander the great (What!)

[Chorus: Rampage]
Niggas run for cover 'fore its too late
(What!)
You know we got it locked way out of state
(What!)

[Verse 2: Rah Digga]
(Now!) Who the chick to come ice the cake
Where the fuck all y'all on my licence plate (Type shit)
Shittin' on niggas done got a rap bitch fiendin' (Fiendin')
Celine type creamin' (Creamin')
Make them rappers poof like them crackers did Keenan
Meanin', I run that, waitin' on mine like I'm the LL comeback (Huh)
Corny ass, crawled out some hole
Now you souped 'cause you slither up the totem pole (What?)
Flipmode Squad affiliate of Time-Warner (Yeah)
Send all you fucks back to decorate the corner

[Chorus: Rampage]
Niggas run for cover 'fore its too late
(What!)
You know we got it locked way out of state
(What!)

[Interlude: Spliff Star & Baby Sham]
Now Baby Sham, (What?) take (Yeah) the safety off hold

[Verse 3: Baby Sham]
There's a lot of fake cats that jump in they man's Rolls (Who dat?)
Come to my show with these (Yeah) fake wallow's
Turqoise (What?) hid invoiced with plans to blow
See me backstage with the gauge (What), that pulls my pants leg
Hand made suits (Uh), contracts is in the briefcase
Life negotiate so when I split these pies
I'm fuckin' your dimes!
Flow for flow, battlin' rhymes
Talkin' some crime
Now I gotta split your time (What, what?)
Get your shit pushed back like these seats recline (Yeah)

[Chorus: Rampage]
Niggas run for cover 'fore its too late
(What!)
You know we got it locked way out of state
(What!)

[Verse 4: Spliff Star]
Spliff Star, throw on my scully, tippin' my brim (Uh-huh)
Stand on the Street corner scuffin' up my Timbs
Take off my jacket
Pack the four-fifth, cause a racket (That's right, hah)
Freaky nigga
Jimmy Swaggart (What?)
Kill a fucka (Ugh)
Niggas had it (Hah)
Contradiction (Uh!), crucifiction
False Leadership Richard Nixon
Bouncin' and switchin' the lanes all up in the Range
Here's a fifty for twenty dollars of gas, gimme my change!

[Chorus: Rampage]
Niggas run for cover 'fore its too late
(What!)
You know we got it locked way out of state
(What!)
Niggas run for cover 'fore its too late
(What!)
You know we got it locked way out of state
(What!)

[Verse 5: Lord Have Mercy]
Fuck yes, the World's famous international
Sinner irrational
Nigga who dance with wolves [*Wolf howl*]
Masterful bash skulls
Crack axles, peel out in black Fords [*Tire screech*]
Splatter brains on dashboards
Start anthrax wars
See's cast like task force, die on a cross (Hah)
July 4th, blow your hands off (Blaaoow!)
Special delivery
Jam cause with ghetto misery (Yeah, yeah, praise God)
When I'm killabrese of canines (Ahh)
Last names, heard it through the grapevine (Ahh)
Killin' your blood, millennium bug
United States divide with hate crimes
Roll snake eyes
In the concrete jungle of hell
While Lord Have stays Super like the son of Jor-el

[Chorus: Rampage]
(What!)
You know we got it locked way out of state
(What!)
Niggas run for cover for its too late
(What!)
You know we got it locked way out of state
(What!)

[Verse 6: Busta Rhymes & Rampage]
I be the last nigga
The quick to bust your ass nigga
Do anything in this world to get the cash nigga
I might even get mad and even slash a nigga
Rob 'em and get away in a car and crash, nigga
Fuck the world gon' do when I drop the smash, nigga?
Iron all in your face, don't make me pull the trigger
Another reason for me to have to poor my own swig a'
Thought I was posin' for word up, but a fed took my picture
Surgeon general I represent the underneath
They ask my nigga Keith, the worlds greatest fuckin' thief
Brick layer hardcore smash your front teeth
Niggas is wildin' and straight givin' they mother mad grief
Rob a nigga, strip him down, leave him in his brief
Do so much dirt, the priest asked me to turn another leaf
Made the priest flip, change his whole belief
Started wildin' in the club with them niggas that start beef
(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Act fool