Testi:
Jam Running On The Spot

our first weapon And stop reveling in rejection And follow yourselves, not some aging drain brain Whose quite content to go on feeding you garbage We're running on the spot

dat See I be runnin on the route where da cash go (where da cash go) And any nigga interfering with the cash flow So he can get pumped on like Citgo

I'm not the type of person who likes to waste my time And when I'm on the mic - I just say my rhymes Because I'm out on bail - the check is in the mail

[Chorus:] I turn on a favorite song I knew that would turn ya on Now she's saying she goin do what I want She said she wanna wake up with me in the morning

AT YOU I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU [Hell Rell] Now the boat's on cruise, the scope's on you Damn right cocksucker the joke's on

a place to stay On my way up from bottom rock Bitches starting to jock Cause my hair is getting longer And games getting stronger To pull my on weight

program, this is not a slow jam This is not a love song, unless you love tearing shit down Take a look around, you're not running this The bluff in your

spot were the sun was at, quickly he was blinded by the ice That's when Rae ran out of the back Towel on, soap on his arms, spit duke around, fell on

, black Clark Gabe Welcome to dark ages, hanging in dark places With dark faces, escaped on bail My souls in the street, police on the coat tails Oh well