hit and run, we might die today Yeah, I'm hit and run (Hit and run, hit and run, hit and run, hit and run) Yeah, I'm hit and run (Hit and run, hit and run
em wit the beats It's the most hated, America's most blunted See niggas come from the bottom Then we turn around and run it Comfront it, we got cha Hollow
? And that oughta prove to any fool Don't step up - and that goes for you Be true to the game and the game will be true to you Man, I ain't playin, I'
] Call it what you want, and if you don't you better drop D-Loc and Richie Rich is finna pop Straight to the t-o-p, it's the L-o-c And Dubble-R, my muthafuckin
I smoke joke and grin, and fuck your best friend Only if she a ten, then I slide right in Boogee and DJ Spin, be thunder and lightenin' Damn that's frightenin
', we just attempt, and I Pimp the flow like Imp the Dimp And I run around 40's like my nigga Shawn Kemp, and I'm out [Hook:] This is how it goes down
' a bitch And hoppin' out the ride with the automatic toys Chains and bats, and a whole lot of homeboys And we all straight G's The name is A.L.T. And don't
(feat. Da T.R.U.T.H & S.O.U.L) [Hook] It feels good?'cause I know that I'm gonna cry But I know where I go when I die It feels good?I don't have to
run this Planet and it takes a coequal oneness of Me's---Father, Son, and Holy Breeze Who can get with these three's now check My degrees I'm the L-O-
Harry O. And mad, cause I end up in your stereo And she, sing along to every song I got game by the six pack Gift wrap ya up and sent rip back Pimp taps and
wanna run to the law You know the code of the streets, never run to the law That's why I can't even run 'less I run with a four or I walk with a three
again Take the James Brown out and ride Parliament I got the L to the double O T bitch And if you ain't seen me, you ain't seen shit I gotta send a shout
with more cake than Tastee Black the feindest, this title I hold I won't relinquish And this type shit you shouldn't sting wish And one phone call and
and called off the wolves on my AOTP radio CB Cause y'all ain't worthy of grenades and RPG's Slit throat, hope you float with sardines and seaweed Cause
goner and my problems you don't want it 'cause I ain't no bitch if I ain't sayin shit I'm sayin, I ain't no bitch fuck you and your click, I ain't no
out there baby [Baby] I hit my safe for a hundred and fifty G's (Why nigga?) Orderin' for 20 kees (Street value?) Two hundred and fifty G's (And what's
chopper Then bang at the law with my chopper [B.G.] Evenin' got dark - you know it's 'bout to be some G shit Twelve o'clock done hit - it's midnight
the mall Up in glocks wit body shops takin a fall Fuck you cock swats feds and all [Jay-Z] No no no homie I didn't say I could hit you wit dirty o's
