[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 nigga life fair They go for thirty a piece, we sell them hoes by the
1 - Freddie Gibbs] Yeah, on the grind so how you gone stick up the stick up man? 357 to the Teeth bitch I hope you pick up a plan I got Ochocinco, eight five for two hundred fifty grand Drove heroin straight from New York in my nigga minivan Excuse me Mr. Officer, I been thinking about you So you better not search this car, I'm so hot I'm off the Fuck a threat, I you I won't go back to Seem like every time a nigga try to make a These go back and tell This shit fresh off the scale White bitch bricks in an M3 When I'm done breaking this dope I'ma beat that like a MP Say they gone 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 - Jeezy] I don't use a tote, I just pull in the garage Tony Montana shit, look like a Put the yay on the counter, about the give it a I whip them bitches two at a time, I menage Car full of bags, looking like I shopping Vic' across the street, yeah them motherfuckers Oh well, got to eat, why I cook it This the Cooking Channel, give them niggas something to at I been riding all day, what my neighbors just told me Six eight for the nine, bitch my might owe me Riding so dirty, made the take a bath But when it off it was a bird and a half