Chorus: in faux patois] Run up run up we got de gun up Haters that think we funnin dey get done up Run up run up we got de gun up Haters that think we
Intro: Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up Whassup nigga? Get over there... shit Ya lil punk ass nigga C’mere, c’mere, c’mere boy God damnit you
kno her last name Minaj, she a lesbian And she ain't neva comin out, luk at currency But every time she do a interview u kno I run 2 c She get me so sick
I punish 'em, I'm done with them Son, I'm surprised you run with them I think they got cum in them 'cuz they nothin' but dicks Tryin' to blow up like
make me vomit Dats why I spend my time online leaving comments And u kno dat I got some more haters with me Might hit up thisis50, MTV, hit up BET Tell
killers with tru tats Never gave a fuck 'bout no hoes on our riches And niggaz come short, I'm diggin' ditches M.P. pullin' stripes, commander-in-chief And fools run up
"Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up" "Whassup nigga?" "Get over there, shit" 'Ya lil' punk, ass nigga" "C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy" "God damnit,
I was in a bar one Friday night Cooling, watching a Mike Tyson fight I was maxing and relaxing, sipping on tequila When this girl walked up, she said, ?Hi
of yall getiin meetings ask L.A. reid ask jay then hit up universal see what sylvia rhone say ask craig common you can ask chris lady when your done
I'm sneakin and creepin and blowin up shit like da Una Bomber BITCH [Indo G] rollin wit da devil on da level dig yo ditch Bitch hitch wit da hi
August--100 head and more. Chorus: So come on boy, run 'em in. We're gonna let this sale begin. Last of the big remudas of the mightly M.C. There's
the most valuable poet on the M.I.C Battles I loose none I make crues run I get fools done, got ten fingers but only use one My run is like Machine Gun
Tip toe but don't ya run Hold on, here we come Tip toe but don't ya run Naw, uh, oh, bitch you done fucked up Yeah, I took yo phone book and took a
[Hook:] You look like a bitch gotcha face all bent up I like a pimp got my gators and my pimp You take orders and run errands I take vactions with
tryin' to see further than I am And I have been tryin' to be patient with they preoccupation With David and Goliath But sooner or later, that patience gonna run
Run up run up we got de gun up Haters that think we funnin dey get done up Run up run up we got de gun up Haters that think we funnin dey get done up [
m done with them Son, I'm surprised you run with them I think they got cum in them, cause they, nothin but dicks Tryin to blow up like nitro and dynamite
