Rick] I RUN THIS "run, r-run" "run, r-run" "run, r-run" "run, r-run" "run, r-run" "run, r-run" Are, you, ready?? "run" [Rick] RUN THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
run this) Run, run, run, r-r-run Hurry up, run (I run this) Run, r-r-run, run, r-r-run Run, r-r-run, run, r-r-run Run, r-r-run, run, r-r-run (Are, you
Traduzione: Slick Rick. I Run This.
the foundation yaknowhatI'msayin? Nuttin but love for the old school That's who we gonna do this one for, ya feel me? "What more could I say? I wouldn
klepto nah for real son I'm sick I'm bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit Right now I'm bent and when I get like this I don't think
Nas down you get Pac You take away Pac doubles, you get B.I.G You take away B.I.G. doubles, you get Slick Rick This is all a family tree Y'all need to
yeah it's a job Maybe that's why I do it so odd Walk around just like I was god Kick it so live, when I'm with the gods Freeway strikin', we be lightin' If I
RZA & Slick Rick Scratched Samples] [Slick Rick:] The Ruler's Back] [RZA:] The Ruler's back [Slick Rick:] The Ruler's back [Slick Rick:] The Ruler has returned [Slick Rick
years of my life I thought that food stamps were money So by ten I was the mess, got a men and then I had friend So now I'm snatching pocket books with
Slow ones, fast ones, I blast past the fake ass ones You see, I don't think no nigga's nicer than me I'm not conceited, that's how I read it, these niggas
I'm in my New York whip International chicks on my New York dick Yeah! I'm on my New York shit See how I kill it with my New York spit Thanks to the boroughs
I heard Loddy Doddy. I'm like, I prolly could spit it and get money too. Cause I'm slick like Rick and I'm fresh like Dougie too. I'm not a dummy, never
pocket full of stones Am I wrong? Hell yeah, I don't know who that is I don't know no Pimp C, all I know is I'm rich And I'ma ball like James, bet I be
I be doin it and doin it well But right now when I do it I don't do it for sells When I do what I be doin, I be doing it for selfs Ha, ha All Around
a celebration of life. Can I live? [Verse 1:] I'm bout to hit the scene I'm bout to make a scream I'm bout to see my face in every single magazine I'
your stuff... enough! Shut up, close your mouth, put away your tap shoes Your feet can't say a rhyme this time, you lose But I respect you for what you
Eiht] Let me explain the game that I'm performin Before I get loced I give a warnin Take cover, cause I blow up suckers like I'm atomic Hittin harder
