This is all out of my control, really I got one job, make the flow silly Serve one God, it's my sole mission When I'm out of here, man, I won't miss it How that man went and sold fifty? Not one blogger even noticed him But they don't diss them, they just don't listen Oh I get it, they don't get it At the shows some blow sticky Some ladies even throw Vickie's But he stay pure, that's so Disney Shout Soulection, my bro's in it Out the rappers in this whole city Not one of y'all was ever gon' pick me So I picked the locks then came through the back doors Sold out shows and still got my soul with me, woo! Stranger things have happened And a white boy like me blackin' On a track I'm going bad again Got a baddie and she going Randy Savage (oh, yeah) All I know is that family matters All I know when I came in rappin' If you jack somebody else flow and style Then you gon get a black eye like "Panda" Put up or shut up, so what up, I'm here? I don't got nothing to fear I don't go one up my peers, I just been pushing myself I don't like cussin', but this one I swear When I start bustin' they shouldn't be near They never been accustomed to hearin' this custom-made flow They just copy the stuff that they hear Man, they always come up short I'm a sneaker connoisseur I been readin' Art of War Don't they see I got some more? (what else) Nuke the beat up for your boy I'ma need another four Before I leave it at the morgue Yeah, we winnin', but who keepin' score?
I'ma run up the score (run it up) Yeah, run up the score (run it up) I'ma run up the score I'ma need a few more I ain't talkin' 'bout twenty five, twenty five, twenty five, ay Thirty five, thirty five, thirty five, ay Can't stop, can't stop, gotta be great Ain't nobody safe I'ma run up the score (run it up) I'ma run up the score (run it up) Yeah, run up the score (tell 'em) I'ma need a few more I ain't talkin' 'bout twenty five, twenty five, twenty five, ay Thirty five, thirty five, thirty five, ay Can't stop, can't stop, gotta be great, ay Ain't nobody safe
I'ma run up the score (who runnin'?) I'ma run up the hills (who runnin'?) Yeah, in Hollywood (skeesh) Still kept it real (okay) That's how you feel? (true story) Oh, that's how you feel? (true story) We out there in the field like Holyfield MJ, Magic Johnson Michael Jordan, Michael Johnson Run the track, walk the score up Minor League, chart the border Where the tour? South of Florida Son of Mary, all glory Hail Mary on the fourth of forty After parties at the forty forty All the teachers wanna told my momma that boy too slow (sorry) So I came back around and hit them with the bacon, egg and cheese flow (true story) Harlem River, drive all the way back my seat go (skrrt) Take the field, won't take a knee Ah, yeah you know
I'ma run up the score (run it up) Yeah, run up the score (run it up) I'ma run up the score I'ma need a few more I ain't talkin' 'bout twenty five, twenty five, twenty five, ay Thirty five, thirty five, thirty five, ay Can't stop, can't stop, let it be great, ay Ain't nobody safe I'ma run up the score (run it up) I'ma run up the score (run it up) Yeah run up the score I'ma need a few more I ain't talkin' 'bout twenty five, twenty five, twenty five, ay Thirty five, thirty five, thirty five, ay Can't stop, can't stop, let it be great, ay Ain't nobody safe Might run up the score
That was embarrassing No mercy He really ran the score up on that one Beam did it again Too much sauce!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
