[Chorus - Jeezy] Run D MC, run D MC, if I'm riding low key I got D on me And nigga we don't care, because nigga life fair They go for thirty a piece, we sell them by the pair (X2) Run D MC, run D MC, run D MC, run D MC And nigga we don't care, nigga life ain't fair They go for thirty a piece, we sell them hoes by the
[Verse 1 - Freddie Yeah, stay on the grind so how you gone up the stick up man? 357 to the Teeth bitch I hope you up a dental plan I got that Ochocinco, eight for two hundred fifty grand that heroin straight from New York in my nigga minivan Excuse me Mr. Officer, I thinking about popping you So you not search this car, I'm so hot I'm off the thermometer Fuck a threat, I you I won't go to jail like every time a nigga try to make a sale These bitches go back and This shit here off the scale White bitch bricks in an M3 I'm done breaking down this dope I'ma beat that like a MP Say they gone me for ten G's That don't offend me A had striped before this rap shit I run D and I MC
[Verse 2 - Jeezy] I don't even use a tote, I pull in the garage Tony Montana shit, look a mirage Put the yay on the counter, the give it a massage I whip bitches two at a time, yeah I menage Car full of bags, looking like I shopping across the street, yeah them motherfuckers watching Oh well, got to eat, why I cook it This the Cooking Channel, give them niggas something to at I been riding all day, that's what my neighbors just me Six eight for the nine, bitch my might owe me Riding so dirty, made the take a bath But it dried off it was a bird and a half