the head And the little one said roll over, roll over We put three in the head And the little one said roll over, roll over I run amuk upon the sucker duck punks that I'm
for the team [Chorus One: Run-D.M.C. (repeat 2X)] We put three in the head and the little one said roll over, roll over "Do or die!" [D.M.C.] I run
I'm on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla!!! [P. Diddy] Aiyyo I'm from New York man! I'm from New York! Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest Where
suicide,yeah (x3) C'mon yeah (x7) (verse three) Yo D.,what's up?,suckers is popping lip Grab the H-K and the dum-dum clip and spread out I'm putting
me? my momma gone you could spend the night ya heard me? i'm not playing i'm trying to fuck tonight ya heard me? clothes off face down ass up c'mon shorty
I'm from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run (Verse 3) Never thought niggas would tell {aint this a bitch} ass niggas scared of jail FED C
I'm cool like a A/C The nickel back sole in the park they paid me The PJ's get shot up they blame me Ya bitch wanna real nigga, she gon' page me I'm the
' in the mix where it ain't safe at I'm on some foolishness shit with these rugers and shit I'm on some run in your house, bitch, you move and get hit
where you get put to the test nigga Best be 'bout unloadin' a Tec, nigga You better protect your head, fuck the chest nigga I run with the killers guerrillas and the head
some Zest Psyche, we like the Bom, somebody betta ring the alarm And hit the folks at the forum Let my homies off the yard I shall see the head nigga
to plant Spit it like I'm gone spit it Niggas wanna get it, but they won't admit it I'm connected and committed All the way bided, while you bullshitted I'm
right there) I'm an expert at disposal You see, everyone goes on foes, I'm killing hoes too Nobody takes the witness stand Your ass is out, I'm cleaning
or here on the scene sounds of the zeekers just not a dream Verse 4: Rumpletilkinz I'm drizzy on may i'm be on the ill tate I'm simply teaching I representing
better than moi When I'm done all that's gon' be left bitch is ya head and ya bra Bitch I'm ahead of the pack, and I'm ahead of the game And I put yo'
.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius.. It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za
'll do to God's children if they jerk me Hurt me , never , that'll be a sin I'ma put the Bible to your head and shoot through Matthew verse 10 What C'
ya wit real millionaire shit Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly Wreck it buy a new one Your crew run run run, your crew run run I know you sick
I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Leer jets and coupes The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop I'm interrupted by a doorbell, 3:
