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 |
