[O.C.] Yeah... who run it? Yeah yeah yeah yeh yep yep! Who run it? ("Phenomenal Moses of rap") ("O.C.") ("The name alone holds Godly!") Who run it? ("
[O.C.] Yeah... who run it? Yeah yeah yeah yeh yep yep! Who run it? ["Phenomenal Moses of rap"] ["O.C."] ["The name alone holds Godly!"] Who run it? ["
Traduzione: O.C.. Che la gestiscono? (Rmx).
to you, from my soul And it goes [Hook: Small Boy] This one's for my people, around the way To all the ones, who keep it player made For staying down
C.E..O.'s Put your mouth on this pistol nigga Put your mouth on the pistol! Hahahaha, yeah nigga no more pain Prison ain't changed me nigga, it made
B, that was tight But now it's time for my main man the L-o-c to step to the mic Yo Loc - step up in and show em what time it is Ruthless is reality
I did that, in other words created it Pumped it, and the suckers, they hated it But the macks and the gangsters loved it That's why I pushed and damn sho' shoved it
And beat you wit my pistol like Kane did Charlie, It's T.O.N.Y.Y.A.Y.O., My whole clique got dough, my Os on the fly hole, C4s, we fly on linz, And my
's coming you're sick to your stomach 50 percent of it's 50 cent The other 50 percent of it's who's color of skin it is But if you even considerin' taking
(feat. Snoop Dogg) [50 talkin:] It's 50 dent & S-N-double O-P You don't want no snoop & you don't want it wit me [Chorus (50 cent):] Everytime I come
-T-C-H A nigga who's a B-I-T-C-H He never wants to - congradulate, he hates Cuz he's a fucking M-I-T-C-H [Tech N9ne] What up Mitch Is it an every day
hopin somebody's on they knees prayin fo me, in the midnight hour somewhere on them drugs, in a room full 'o thugs, 40 tell em how it was. [E-40] They
Dorasel, Thorough) [Hook x4: Eightball] We run this shit And we don't give a fuck who you be run-nin with So don't forget [Eightball] Gotta keep it..
jacks joe's and mary mack's i guess babylon wasn't made for blacks now was it well it doesn't really matter does it cause it be dependin' on the who what
the double jump. Back with a platter of hot leeches that'll drink up-every bloody drop down to the last diseases, it's A-E-S-O-P-R-O-C-K, the peak twister
