If you come round here better not run your mouth I ain't never been a thug but I still get down Shots to SE to uptoen What you know about rent when it
Long Beach) Now girls, release the hounds We impeach, that Caprice the ground (Yeah) Beat up all dragons, but we unleashin now Run the beast through towns
street, bump my beats When I'm twistin' my dub, can't nobody compete Imagine this Hundred-g Lex on your wrist Imagine this About 10 karats on your fist
and run on up We ain't worried about nothing Half of y'all doing nothing but nothing You got beef then go and run on up We ain't worried about nothing
homies way back in the day since then it's been 213 the hard way Rapping on the street corners, young as can be All the local groups called us Run-DMC
your style is fragile and underdevelpoed like premature infants you couldn't fathom how i'm havin it [Nine] baggin it pushin guns to the sun imagine it run
shake it, get your groove on [Chorus: James DeBarge] Keep the party poppin' everytime we bounce through it Whatever you want... we can do it I know you from the streets
that be Johnny Dangerous when they be f**kin fifty deep But they be f**kin cowards when they by theyselves You know who I'm talkin about (You know who I'm talkin about
young ass up See yah in pieces Now be deceased Little Kim, Don't fuck around with real G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets So fuck peace
In the middle of the streets while I'm pimpin You can throw a sign But I'm blind to that punk shit Runnin with some real mothafuckas and we run shit
Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught Shot up or shot down with tha bullet that he bought Nine millimeter kickin' thinking about what tha streets
a fuck They done push me to the limit the more I live I might blow up any minute, did it again Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon While this cops bragging about
they got us laced Two multimillionare motherfuckers catchin cases (mmm) Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit's about to go down Uhh, me and Snoop about
at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber breakdancin to Melle Mel Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells Forget the TV, about to hit the streets
got my nine Ring the alarm, and strong arm must run Some niggaz need to feel me with a passion I'm old fashioned, run up on me nigga and get blasted With
a fuck about me I leaned to like it like that, when I was still in mommy The side of seedy that the devil run from In the belly of the beast, that's where
it dog I was passed down the street fame Like glocks clocked and keep aim Was raised up with a clock box And I ran with the local street gang They