Better run for cover for it's too late, what? You know we got it locked way out of state, what? Better run for cover for it's too late, what? You know
state What Better run for cover for it’s too late What You know we got it locked way out of state What -busta rhymes verse- I be the last nigga The quick
And quicken their dead and quick on the draw Western winds make the dirt gust I still see you when you hear strikes I'ma bust It's on, I've been holdin it down for
Wilt didn't run But what can you say, it's like father like son And so I'm maxin in a rockin chair, readin the funnies Shorties runnin up askin they grandpop for
back bastard Yeah, yo don't even talk to us Don't run up with your burned CD or piece of shit CD With the cover picture on the front that your grandma
him, dead in his tracks Blew him right up out his black Air Max With the loose fat laces I'm on the run for like deuce fat cases Gotta bust out the track
old school gee's Down for my stacks Chorus: {E. Vicious} I'm down for my motherfuckin' stacks I'm born to jack and slang the fuckin' bozack I'm down for
faceted Goin for the gold, cause here, it ain't just playin [Chorus substitute "So motherfuckers run for cover" for scratches] "So motherfuckers run for cover
lungs would bust An I'll ride, my thoughts gun hoping the day would go good Four dollar ticket, done bought a couple miles for my hood I'm reminiscing for
rhymes, man. The only thing thing busting is your ass if you don't sell those records & tapes, kid. I do my work. You ladies better run for cover, cuz
skull men All in fall in, like blazed glass that shatter in The ?meckle blastic? I need it, your blood scatters And run for cover from the organism next
re the kind of motherfucker talking shit bitch I'm the kind of motherfucker making the hit list When I see you in the street you better run and cover
be coming out The closet with a friend, meet her I just wanna watch Chamillion-ator's on the way, that's who saving the day After the math I bust a rhyme
got clips for ya'll faggots and boy What! [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Kurupt] I blaze rhymes, nine days it's like Vietnam My nigga Nore run 'round wit' a block
the toilet Cause I flush the dime and I'm not a Leader cause I Busta Rhyme, a rhyme If I kick with Rakim, you +Run For Cover+ brother But I kick it with
tell if we all just go to Hell Another sucka bite the dust, did so well It's like I'm huntin' for whales, huntin' for mil I lust for a light sex, that
seams Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch Better tell your man cause I'm too tough Indubitably, too dust Do you bust? Cause we do You
[feat. Ludacris, T-Pain, Busta Rhymes, Mavado, Twista, Birdman, Ace Hood, Fat Joe, Jadakiss, Bun B, Game & Waka Flocka Flame] [Talking: DJ Khaled &
