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Oh my

Fuck the law, can eat my dick, that's word to Pimp
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(Oh my)
(You are now listening to Run the 2)
Fuck the law, they can eat my dick, word to Pimp
I don't fuck or talk like all these fuckin' imps
violent, give a fuck if you deny it, kids
You can all run backwards through a field of dicks
the world, don't ask me for shit, that's word to B.I.G
I dreamt we owned the world, but I've woken up and it don't
Soak it in and need no assist. You can't slap my wrist, I owe you shit
Trust me, I'm a DOOM
Oper-rate of my won't raise a bit

Tip-toe on the track like a
Ski in a Pontiac Catalina
It's obese female opera
You can run the jewels or lose fingers
Me and El-P got to kill
Got folks to kill on
He hangin' out the window, I hold the
There's one black, one white, we shoot to
fuckboy life about to be repealed
That shit about to be repelled
Jihad, kill infidels
Allahu Akbar, BOOM from and El

is hell, death's a bitch
And these FUBAR getting rich
I cop a zip, it up
I it up, go home and fuck
C'est la vie girl, in Rome
I the face, please pay with dome
My card says you're in luck
I do two things, I rap and

I rap
I tote the
I the kush
I beat the
I read the books, did the
need a preacher preachin' on my behalf
No can't teach my arrogant ass
I'm blowin' on crippy while the scriptures
as written by Egyptians while on whiskey
Aye you with me?

Oh my
cry

We run this spot like a sweatshop
Don't
Work a worker 'til his pop
Cardiac arrested, I'm so
I'm
no illusion
There's no
You see the future, you the future
I've seen the and I'm so deluded
I been a better bad guy than I been than bad
Been a better bully, beatin' on my chest
In fact I'm half stack a rack
I been the block, babe, I know a few facts
Maniac, brainiac, run go tell them
ATLien, NY rap

me wrong I'm snappin'
Show up at your class, happenin'?
Schoolyard bully with a fully
full of pain and a head full of havoc
Everybody stepped on the kid I'm them have it (have it)
Leaving momma to say "what happened?"
Who buy my baby a casket?
Fuck that I'm a bastard

Megablast, I'm lit
On 6 and I'm not strapped in
I don't crash, bitch, I just
You got the cash, I'll the trip
I the trip, you better pay
Done for less, don't make my day
I'm not Earth, from far away
I bust through chests like baby

Runnin' the jewels of the
Whippin' the mixes like of 'caine
the sickness again
Parents is again
is just fuckin' insane
Pointin' that pistol and for the chain
Reppin the symbol like in a gang
Delivery like a dosage of dope or
a of coke for a junkie or fiend

Oh my
cry