Hi-C, Too Swift - Run Up, Done Up lyrics
[Hi-C, Too Swift - Run Up, Done Up lyrics]
Hi-Life, Too Swift, Young Quik
Bring it to 'em
Run up run up we got de gun up
Haters that think we funnin dey get done up
Run up run up we got de gun up
Haters that think we funnin dey get done up
Stop schemin, and lookin hard
I got that ghetto platinum credit card
Make one phone call and fools gettin hurt
Niggas, busters, bitches in skirts
Got a hoe in the house peepin out yo' safe
Get you naked
And duct tape your nuts to your waist
Horny nigga, thought you was gettin some cock
You ain't gettin shit, nigga you got got
While I run your shit back over to the top
400 bottles of Moet gettin popped
Not even cops
Can fuck with Swift or the Diggler
Serve and protect, we gettin rid of ya
Put the green light on LAPD
Cause, I'm tired of the
Motherfuckers fuckin WITH ME
I wanna bust, that's how I feel it
G shit, punk bitch, we be keepin it real
Invisibility like Space Ghoster
I'm comin through in my Range Rover
Shoot 'em up the party's over
Cause when I'm sober like to? in mines
I squeeze tight as some
Pliers, handle my strap
With these evil designs
To kill a nigga, don't step in my path
A psycho maniac nigga raw
Killer it's a bloodbath
The aftermath, 'll make you laugh
Cold shoot 'em up like La-Di-Da-Di when
That 45 hit his body
Drop his corpse to the motherfuckin pavement
It ain't no future in
That California brave shit
I guess that you thought that
It was all about you
But, it's all about that one 8 double oh
Hit 'em up some mo'
Niggas always causin, drama
But Too Swift I'm gettin calmer
Plottin like the unibomber
Niggas trippin off my conversations
It ain't no confrontations
When my strap? like installations
Now every day, all day
I'm only out for my riches
Busters and snitches be player
Hatin so I'm elevatin
Like elevators, regulate like regulators
Assassinate player haters
A lyrical motivator
Pull mo' raid than Raiders
So you think you can fade us?
Yes we snap like alligators and got
Mo' game than yo' fastest commentator
When my intellect, the dialect
Subtractin conversations
Cause, I'm a lethal weapon when
It comes to confrontations
We get money, money I got
Makin haters hot when I whip in the drop
Ding dong it's the bell, once again it's on
Postman dropped the package out in
Front of my home
Could this be a setup? Shit
Man let me get up
Ain't nobody comin in here
They gettin wet up opened up the package
It was nothin but scrilla
We gon' throw another party
This is Hi-Life nigga!
We make 'em wanna riiiiiiide!
Bring it to 'em
Run up run up we got de gun up
Haters that think we funnin dey get done up
Run up run up we got de gun up
Haters that think we funnin dey get done up
Stop schemin, and lookin hard
I got that ghetto platinum credit card
Make one phone call and fools gettin hurt
Niggas, busters, bitches in skirts
Got a hoe in the house peepin out yo' safe
Get you naked
And duct tape your nuts to your waist
Horny nigga, thought you was gettin some cock
You ain't gettin shit, nigga you got got
While I run your shit back over to the top
400 bottles of Moet gettin popped
Not even cops
Can fuck with Swift or the Diggler
Serve and protect, we gettin rid of ya
Put the green light on LAPD
Cause, I'm tired of the
Motherfuckers fuckin WITH ME
I wanna bust, that's how I feel it
G shit, punk bitch, we be keepin it real
Invisibility like Space Ghoster
I'm comin through in my Range Rover
Shoot 'em up the party's over
Cause when I'm sober like to? in mines
I squeeze tight as some
Pliers, handle my strap
With these evil designs
To kill a nigga, don't step in my path
A psycho maniac nigga raw
Killer it's a bloodbath
The aftermath, 'll make you laugh
Cold shoot 'em up like La-Di-Da-Di when
That 45 hit his body
Drop his corpse to the motherfuckin pavement
It ain't no future in
That California brave shit
I guess that you thought that
It was all about you
But, it's all about that one 8 double oh
Hit 'em up some mo'
Niggas always causin, drama
But Too Swift I'm gettin calmer
Plottin like the unibomber
Niggas trippin off my conversations
It ain't no confrontations
When my strap? like installations
Now every day, all day
I'm only out for my riches
Busters and snitches be player
Hatin so I'm elevatin
Like elevators, regulate like regulators
Assassinate player haters
A lyrical motivator
Pull mo' raid than Raiders
So you think you can fade us?
Yes we snap like alligators and got
Mo' game than yo' fastest commentator
When my intellect, the dialect
Subtractin conversations
Cause, I'm a lethal weapon when
It comes to confrontations
We get money, money I got
Makin haters hot when I whip in the drop
Ding dong it's the bell, once again it's on
Postman dropped the package out in
Front of my home
Could this be a setup? Shit
Man let me get up
Ain't nobody comin in here
They gettin wet up opened up the package
It was nothin but scrilla
We gon' throw another party
This is Hi-Life nigga!
We make 'em wanna riiiiiiide!