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[Chorus - Young
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 ain't fair
They go for thirty a piece, we sell them hoes by the (X2)
Run D MC, run D MC, run D MC, run D MC
And nigga we don't care, because life ain't fair
go for thirty a piece, we sell them hoes by the pair

[Verse 1 - Gibbs]
Yeah, stay on the grind so how you stick up the stick up man?
357 to the Teeth bitch I hope you up a dental plan
I got Ochocinco, eight five for two hundred fifty grand
that heroin straight from New York in my nigga minivan
Excuse me Mr. Officer, I been about popping you
So you better not search car, I'm so hot I'm off the thermometer
Fuck a threat, I you
I won't go back to
Seem like every time a nigga try to a sale
bitches go back and tell
This here fresh off the scale
bitch send bricks in an M3
When I'm done breaking down this
I'ma beat shit like a MP
Say gone murk me for ten G's
That shit don't me
A nigga had before this rap shit
I run D and I MC

[Verse 2 - Young
I don't even use a tote, I just in the garage
Tony Montana shit, look like a
Put the yay on the counter, the give it a massage
I whip bitches two at a time, yeah I menage
Car of bags, looking like I been shopping
Vic' across the street, yeah motherfuckers watching
Oh well, got to eat, why I cook it
This the Cooking Channel, give them niggas to look at
I been riding all day, that's my neighbors just told me
Six eight for the nine, bitch my might owe me
so dirty, made the bird take a bath
But when it off it was a bird and a half