Random Axe - Run | Текст песни

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Guilty Simpson Nigga...
Sean P Nigga..
Black Milk Nigga..

What up.?

GUILTY:
Okay , Random Axe In the jam With Max
Quick to let em clap with hands to dap
Yeah so street yeah we do it OP
Straight from the hood so screw the police
Fuck the law with this cat rat dog RAW
The reason that your walk turns jog
The reason that your jog turns run
The reason that your run turns sprint
38 slug with gloves no friends
And you can see it in my eyes Im so tenze
We have no rule just beef
Magic! I Make a 7 for the 6 feet
If you got problems get..???
Get beat get shot get sleep
Inflict hurt on him kill him
Dig dat hole and kick dirt on him Villian??

Hook:

Make em go Make em run
The game is over game is done
Niggas mean buisness and nigga you ain't us
So you oughtta killem and changin the game up

SEAN P:
LIsten... ????... Im the best at that
Quick to stretch cats like wrestling match
Yeah so ill ....
Mike Tyson is really...?? So whats the deal
Still one of the best, you ain't on sean level
3rd place niggas with bronze medals
Sean is a Dawn rebel
Sippin sean doe(?) With a blond devil
And in the cold smith duke got pleed to fifth
Piff puff puff pass fo no one
Afro american ninja that'll injure your showguns

........ and so much more.. please finish someone! hurry hurry

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