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I'm on the block. You must've thought I forgot. You niggas watch how I run down on ya. Throw the drop, catch you outside of the spot. Running the top while I run down on ya. I'm on the block. You must've thought I forgot. You niggas watch how I run down on ya. I make it hot. Fuck around and get rocked. Don't call the cops when I run down on Ya. All my niggas crept up, clapped on my Tech blow. Let go, collect though. Hundred man I rep though. I wreck though, your neck bro. Anyhow I bet your respect roll. Screaming on 'em 'til I get strep throat. Blam on 'em, blam on 'em, put hands on 'em. Instagram Live, we gon' put the 'gram on 'em. Your man want 'em, hope his gun don't Jam on him. Fifty grand on them niggas, Ran down on 'em. Batman Joker, grams of coca. Grams stoked, loc a loca, nigga straight choke ya. Swimming pussy, the backstroker. Diamond ice choker, choked her, the Beretta gonna Smoke ya. Felt him rap, selling crack. Niggas selling packs, selling gas. Niggas telling rats, get they melon clapped. Tell 'em facts, been to hell and back. See the devil black, tell him that. And we ain't buying what you selling, black. I'm on the block. You must've thought I forgot. You niggas watch how I run down on ya. Throw the drop, catch you outside of the spot. Running the top while I run down on ya. I'm on the block. You must've thought I forgot. You niggas watch how I run down on ya. I make it hot. Fuck around and get rocked. Don't call the cops when I run down on Ya. All my niggas get dough. Get low to get mo'. Kicking door, ten-four to the floor, that's the Intro. A minnow for info, the fifth floor. Had to be a ballerina how you tiptoeing 'round Your zip code. Rap slobber, facts bottom, In fact try him. That's proper. Scrap hollering, rack got him. Flat topper, take the battery pack out him. Snap shot him, rats hop him, back flopping. Corner store loiterer, slaughter ya. Cross the corner store on my block, I corner Store war all of ya. All of your warrior lore, call 'em up, call Your plug. Officer's car in the spoiler to white Chalk you up. Chance sporting, transporting, I ran off and I'm standoffing. Fam talking with Cam Walker. My hands off it, I ran lawless. Can't call it, my man saw it, so I Hand tossed him the blame. Off it. I'm on the block. You must've thought I forgot. You niggas watch how run down on ya. Throw the drop, catch you outside of the spot. Running the top while I run down on ya. I'm on the block. You must've thought I forgot. You niggas watch how I run down on ya. I make it hot. Fuck around and get rocked. Don't call the cops when I run down on Ya. All my niggas cutthroat. Split you cross your gut though. Sick, it's pretty nutso. Sticky for your luck, yo. On that King Tut flow. Gucci bling too much, bro. Shotgun, boom boom, duck when them bucks go. Gun smoking, gun holding, my sons hold 'em. Fully loaded, one shot to your top, you're slumped Over. I'm Ricola in a peacoat, That steamroller. I'm Reroute, been sick flow is That Emola. Mr. Barnonimus, prominent, I'm on parliament. I'm busting with the armory, I'm calling it a Conglomerate. A hundred mag wet up your set, The vet Nautilus. Kicking in your door like, "Bitch," so give me all of it. You cartooning, I'm part human, a sharp shooter. You start me, ruin streets and heat speaks to 'em. Leaks through your physique, see my bars BBQing. Oh, you a fan now? Get ran down, that's how we do it. I'm on the block. You must've thought I forgot. You niggas watch how I run down on ya. Throw the drop, catch you outside of the spot. Running the top while I run down on ya. I'm on the block. You must've thought I forgot. You niggas watch how run down on ya. I make it hot. Fuck around and get rocked. Don't call the cops when I run down on Ya
Onyx, SickFlo, Lil Fame, Smoothe Da Hustler — Run Down on 'Em
«Run Down on 'Em» — Onyx, SickFlo, Lil Fame, Smoothe Da Hustler. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 4:04. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
