I’m runnin’, runnin’ through the jungle
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Runnin’ like a slave through the underground tunnel
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Told y’all niggas better get there bitches
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Cuz I spit to my lips, needs sixteen stitches
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Uh, I am lyrical intrusion
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You bitches can’t see me like I’m really an illusion
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I hop up on your face and you my motherfuckin’ too fat
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‘Till I knock the meat out like a motherfuckin’ tooth pick
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Uh, I’m nasty nigga
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Like Naz, like Kim, like Cassy bitches
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Like I’m fuckin’ Chris Topes, said that nasty nigga
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With the skin on ‘er feet of a ashy nigga
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I am whatever they say I am
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Rumpin’ like the asses on them big bitches ass stadium
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Puff them other bitches, I sound better in the place of them
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I kill this shit, this the mothefuckin’ requiem
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Sick bitch, chicken of the soup face
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Cross them overseas like a motherfuckin’ crusade
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Top rockin’, you can head it to your nose hurt
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Rooftop, Brooklyn, lady shit in covert
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I run New York
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I run New York
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Uh, I am 0 past 100
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Spittin’ like a dragon that went missin’ from a dungeon
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Del a bunch a niggas getting trippy off a nothin’
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Tie a rope around your neck and let me kick you off a bungee
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I’m Satan and I’mma take your ass to church now
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Run in my field and you niggas runnin’ first down
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I love it when these bitches know I’m better than ‘em
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Cuz out here not a word or letter from ‘em
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From a fire in the mist of the force round bitches
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And I rap elliptical, all these round bitches
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In a condo I sit with a note to mouse bitches
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And you bitches all let it be like some fuckin’ Down syndrome
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No offense, no shade in all
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But y’all bitches on knees like babies claws
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You can catch out a covert, chillin’ like a stoop kit
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Yea I hear you, don’t talk, bitch do
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Sick bitch, chicken of the soup face
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Cross them overseas like a motherfuckin’ crusade
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Top rockin’, you can head it to your nose hurt
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Rooftop, Brooklyn, lady shit in covert
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I run New York
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I run New York
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I run New York
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I run New York
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I’m lyrical, comin’ off mineral
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Take shots but actin’ subliminal
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Don’t stop, rappin’ continual
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Runnin’ and runnin’ but never in intervals
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Came to sum up this shit in front of you
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Y’all is drunk as shit but I’m leavin’ you
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If you front, I’m dumpin’ it into you
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I’m like Scorpion, I’m all finished
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Make it nasty, real real nasty
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When you bitches run it like you will get past me
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Won’t happen, you bitches could get on when I’m off it
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Tryna cross me now, you be gone in a coffin
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It’s just me, yourself and I
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Talk tough shit and I’mma beat you ‘till you die
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Twat, because I’m better than you’ll ever be
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That’s why my shit negotiate seem lighter than heavy D
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Sick bitch, chicken of the soup face
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Cross them overseas like a motherfuckin’ crusade
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Top rockin’, you can head it to your nose hurt
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Rooftop, Brooklyn, lady shit in covert
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I run New York
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I run New York
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I run New York
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I run New York
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New York
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| Angel Haze |
