Run That Back

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Yeah, 6 shots echo from the PJs, next month number one request for the DJs. Could you run that back?Y Yo Jeff! Run that back! Aye Jeff! Run That Back! Run That Back!
Yeah, 6 shots echo from the PJs, next month number one request for the DJs. Could you run that back?Y Yo Jeff! Run that back! Aye Jeff! Run That Back! Run That Back!

Verse 1 (Eshon Burgundy)
South Philly some time in the late 80's
Really but not really driving the hood crazy
Bangin' my music loud when my momma not around
No consideration for the neighbors, I ain't turn it down
Only thing I turned down was the job from my cousin when asked me if I wanna slang ‘caine
Nothing could make me do that although some feel like they have to, I ain't mad at you for what you believe
But me, I could never kill my own folks
My own heads told that there was no future in dealin' dope
If it is Texas like Houston on our phones
Let us know if it is if it ain't, leave it alone
Take that rubber off the wheels of steel we see that cone
Same thing when that gun is revealed you see that chrome
Mother fear of the son that get killed she be alone
So she keep praying for him and hoping they bring him home for those..

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Verse 2 (Black Ice)
Aye Jeff remember that track?
The one that had that clap?
Similar to the sound of the gat
Busted after the party
Everybody running, ducking from the melee
Studio west fresh fest you was the Dj?
You seen it all go down from behind the turntables
The grind and coke fables and niggas snatchin' cables
To chicks that just wanted to be down with the music man
Play the music man Jeff you the magnificent
Infinite in the hood before coke was top stock
Saturday cut the streets off Jeff about to rock the block
Give us all what we been fiending for
A meaning for life a little break from this constant strife we living in
Let it spin homie I present the one and only
Transformers scratch top contender of the phonograph
Sometimes I wanna' laugh at how long you've been in it
And never waiting for murder to go and wreck it just spin it

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Verse 3 (Eshon Burgundy & Black Ice)
Yeah we Philly boys
We grew up in the streets
Comrades blew trees like Illinois
We may be brocheech just to fill a void
Listenin' to Jeff and Fresh P when they called it noise
The streets called it a Voice
The industry called it a Grammy
We call it a choice
Now call it the way we've been doin' it from that day
Now it's not 1 MC but 2 and a DJ

And I live for my people
And I die for my people
I got a pair of top 10's and a P-Coat
And I'm from Philly no doubt I rep the East Coast

And I live for my people
And I die for my people
I got a pair of top 10's and a P-Coat
And I'm from Philly no doubt I rep the East Coast

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