Lets Run It (feat. George Young)
Shots fired like death stroke
We bout' to take it over like Destro
This .45
Turn your fucking brain into pesto
I'm that dope
My dawgs coming with me
Like Petco
Throw something in your stomach
Like Pepto
This Tempio locked and loaded
To let go
Everybody on the floor bitch
Cause I'm a said so
And while you on the ground
You should be counting ten toes
And if you copy that
Holla back with a 10-4
(Aww bitch, shut up)
Now don't nobody move
This a stick-up and
I don't even wanna hear a hiccup
You thinking it's a game
Till you have to pick the stick up
Provide my own bag, Save a Lot
You gettin' zipped up
Check look, catch a palm to your face
Like a 5 o'clock shadow
Apologize
I don't act like an adult
Bitch, I'm an asshole
How I got they sodium high?
I'm like Trump at the podium
I keep yelling
LET'S FIGHT
I don't wanna talk about nothin'
Sign language
Throwing these punches
And you can update Google translate
But you understand these hands
When they fuckin' say something
Fuck talk, let's run it
Fuck talk, let's run it
Fuck talk, let's
I got my runnin' shoes on cocksucker
Bout to get me some miles in
You can reap the consequence
Of all the shit that your mouth said
You got options
You could take it to auction
And put your hands up bitch
I bet you get outbid
So ruminate
I'll light up your jaw
Make it luminate
Traylormade standing in a circle
Yelling KUMITAE
Faggot actin' dumb
Saying "who are they?"
Blue in the face
Now Doc got'em on a scuba tank
Bitch I'm cool
Be bop and rock steady
Foot clan ham and eggers
Got an answer to the shredder
Imma' tap you for your pockets
I'm gonna need a head of lettuce
But don't be mad
I'll black out and I'll forget it
Bitch, I get drunk
And make a terrible choice
That I don't care to avoid
And I'm aware
That you're there with your boys
I'm dialed in
I don't hear any noise
Put this elbow to your throat
Apparently you don't care for your voice
Let's fight
I don't wanna talk about nothin'
Sign language
Throwin' these punches
And you can update Google Translate
But you understand these hands
When they fucking say somethin'
Fuck talk, let's run it
Fuck talk, let's run it
Fuck talk, let's run it
Fuck a Cadillac
I'm riding horseback
With Rorschach
You out here playing dirty
Get a target on your back
All these motherfuckers
Playing checkers and no chess
End up in the alley with no dress
And broke legs
No stress and no doubt
Pull the ratchet out the saddle bag
And load it up and then roll out
We don't drive by
We park, aim and shoot
Cause we pillage in the village
Give me the loot
Give me the loot
Gesundheit bitch
Bless that
In the moonlight, I transform
And rip off your best hat
With your head still in it
Still grinning
Sociopathic
My rap got no feeling
Eyes like midnight
Mind on high noon
This nine on my side, called mine
Been fine tuned
Ready for the showdown
Steady my gun
Let me show you how the West was won
So come on, let's fight
I don't wanna talk about nothin'
Sign language
Throwin' these punches
And you can update Google translate
But you understand these hands
When they fucking say something
Fuck talk, let's run it
Fuck talk, let's run it
Fuck talk, let's run it
Yeah, bring the smoke
Like Bogart
We got unfinished business
Like Mozart
And you gonna feel the pressure
Marty Bird in the Ozarks
We coming to collect
Like loan sharks
Selling wolf tickets
That's the wrong start
Bite if you gon' bark
I know there's bigger and badder
Trained to fight dudes
But there ain't no rules out here
And I don't like to lose
Headbutt, knife cut, axe handle
Want it
I'll hit you with a fucking xylophone
I get my hands on it
Remain calm like a false alarm
Fore' this blade get to swinging
Like a wiper arm
I ain't no killer but
It's different if my life is on the line
Cause' I'm gonna make sure my wife
And my kids gonna be fine
About the time you gettin'
That adrenaline rush
Gotti, Dolph, Jeff, Crown
PULLIN' UP IN THE TRUCK
Traylormade
And we ain't making a fuss and such
If it was on sight
Then why the fuck you talking to us?
Bitch, let's fight
I don't really care about nothing
Sign language
Throwing these punches
And you can update Google translate
But you understand these hands
When they fucking say something
Fuck talk, let's run it
Fuck talk, let's run it
Fuck talk, let's run it
Fuck talk, let's run it
Let's run it
We bout' to take it over like Destro
This .45
Turn your fucking brain into pesto
I'm that dope
My dawgs coming with me
Like Petco
Throw something in your stomach
Like Pepto
This Tempio locked and loaded
To let go
Everybody on the floor bitch
Cause I'm a said so
And while you on the ground
You should be counting ten toes
And if you copy that
Holla back with a 10-4
(Aww bitch, shut up)
Now don't nobody move
This a stick-up and
I don't even wanna hear a hiccup
You thinking it's a game
Till you have to pick the stick up
Provide my own bag, Save a Lot
You gettin' zipped up
Check look, catch a palm to your face
Like a 5 o'clock shadow
Apologize
I don't act like an adult
Bitch, I'm an asshole
How I got they sodium high?
I'm like Trump at the podium
I keep yelling
LET'S FIGHT
I don't wanna talk about nothin'
Sign language
Throwing these punches
And you can update Google translate
But you understand these hands
When they fuckin' say something
Fuck talk, let's run it
Fuck talk, let's run it
Fuck talk, let's
I got my runnin' shoes on cocksucker
Bout to get me some miles in
You can reap the consequence
Of all the shit that your mouth said
You got options
You could take it to auction
And put your hands up bitch
I bet you get outbid
So ruminate
I'll light up your jaw
Make it luminate
Traylormade standing in a circle
Yelling KUMITAE
Faggot actin' dumb
Saying "who are they?"
Blue in the face
Now Doc got'em on a scuba tank
Bitch I'm cool
Be bop and rock steady
Foot clan ham and eggers
Got an answer to the shredder
Imma' tap you for your pockets
I'm gonna need a head of lettuce
But don't be mad
I'll black out and I'll forget it
Bitch, I get drunk
And make a terrible choice
That I don't care to avoid
And I'm aware
That you're there with your boys
I'm dialed in
I don't hear any noise
Put this elbow to your throat
Apparently you don't care for your voice
Let's fight
I don't wanna talk about nothin'
Sign language
Throwin' these punches
And you can update Google Translate
But you understand these hands
When they fucking say somethin'
Fuck talk, let's run it
Fuck talk, let's run it
Fuck talk, let's run it
Fuck a Cadillac
I'm riding horseback
With Rorschach
You out here playing dirty
Get a target on your back
All these motherfuckers
Playing checkers and no chess
End up in the alley with no dress
And broke legs
No stress and no doubt
Pull the ratchet out the saddle bag
And load it up and then roll out
We don't drive by
We park, aim and shoot
Cause we pillage in the village
Give me the loot
Give me the loot
Gesundheit bitch
Bless that
In the moonlight, I transform
And rip off your best hat
With your head still in it
Still grinning
Sociopathic
My rap got no feeling
Eyes like midnight
Mind on high noon
This nine on my side, called mine
Been fine tuned
Ready for the showdown
Steady my gun
Let me show you how the West was won
So come on, let's fight
I don't wanna talk about nothin'
Sign language
Throwin' these punches
And you can update Google translate
But you understand these hands
When they fucking say something
Fuck talk, let's run it
Fuck talk, let's run it
Fuck talk, let's run it
Yeah, bring the smoke
Like Bogart
We got unfinished business
Like Mozart
And you gonna feel the pressure
Marty Bird in the Ozarks
We coming to collect
Like loan sharks
Selling wolf tickets
That's the wrong start
Bite if you gon' bark
I know there's bigger and badder
Trained to fight dudes
But there ain't no rules out here
And I don't like to lose
Headbutt, knife cut, axe handle
Want it
I'll hit you with a fucking xylophone
I get my hands on it
Remain calm like a false alarm
Fore' this blade get to swinging
Like a wiper arm
I ain't no killer but
It's different if my life is on the line
Cause' I'm gonna make sure my wife
And my kids gonna be fine
About the time you gettin'
That adrenaline rush
Gotti, Dolph, Jeff, Crown
PULLIN' UP IN THE TRUCK
Traylormade
And we ain't making a fuss and such
If it was on sight
Then why the fuck you talking to us?
Bitch, let's fight
I don't really care about nothing
Sign language
Throwing these punches
And you can update Google translate
But you understand these hands
When they fucking say something
Fuck talk, let's run it
Fuck talk, let's run it
Fuck talk, let's run it
Fuck talk, let's run it
Let's run it
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Writer(s): Ryan M Fleming
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