Slaine - Run It lyrics
[Slaine - Run It lyrics]
We raping and pillaging the
Whole rap industry (Better run that shit)
Anything we can't get on our own
We coming to take it, right here
Play them horns, Statik, hahaha
I like that shit, we do it Boston style
In Boston, if we can't get it
We just go steal it
You know what I'm saying? Check it
Listen, I don't know what's
Real and what isn't
My alcoholism's a prison
My rhythm is possessed
I'm the Devil in the flesh, exorcism is next
My x ray vision is infested with sex, drugs
And Tecs i'm a star when I rock and roll
I can knock 'em home with my dome
It's so fucking cold
My Binaca's old and my vodka's sto'
Raspberry got me barking so dark and cold
I'm a poet going going gold
Holding on his cock and balls
Singing every note that I wrote
With the octave off
Push you off your fucking pedestal
They tell me "Knock it off" pocket's poor
Raping rap music 'til my cock is soft
Married to this life
It's a wonder that I'm not divorced
Copping whores four in the morning
And I'm coughing hoarse
Hanging out the window shooting
Motherfucking shotguns off
This is who I am and
I'm always setting drama off
Fuck the twelve steps
I'ma throw you off your momma's porch
Your whips, your bitch, your wristwatch
Your chain
Cadillac, Escalade, it's not the same
We thieves with deep beef
And pickpocket change
Better run your shit (Run it)
Yo, you can tell that we're fools
By the hell that we choose
Man, I'm going for the gusto
I keep telling these dudes
I'm either getting rich, dead
Or rocking felony shoes
I ain't Boston George
So fuck him and Penelope Cruz
Listen, this isn't vicious enough
This is a mixture of drugs
I fuck the system all up
This is a picture of us
I never piss in a cup
Can't fit my wrists in the cuffs
I don't believe in the law
I didn't listen enough
You should be listening up
I got a pistol that's tough
I got an AK, shit barely fit's in the trunk
I'm throwing fit's when I'm drunk
I'm going spaz with the gats i came so far
I laugh while you fathom the fact
I passionately pattern a track
Rats imagine I'm back
Imagining that as I add another stack
Fuck society, they're telling me I should
Calm down probably
But, I'm notorious like a Charlestown robbery
Your whips, your bitch, your wristwatch
Your chain
Cadillac, Escalade, it's not the same
We thieves with deep beef
And pickpocket change
Better run your shit (Run it)
Whole rap industry (Better run that shit)
Anything we can't get on our own
We coming to take it, right here
Play them horns, Statik, hahaha
I like that shit, we do it Boston style
In Boston, if we can't get it
We just go steal it
You know what I'm saying? Check it
Listen, I don't know what's
Real and what isn't
My alcoholism's a prison
My rhythm is possessed
I'm the Devil in the flesh, exorcism is next
My x ray vision is infested with sex, drugs
And Tecs i'm a star when I rock and roll
I can knock 'em home with my dome
It's so fucking cold
My Binaca's old and my vodka's sto'
Raspberry got me barking so dark and cold
I'm a poet going going gold
Holding on his cock and balls
Singing every note that I wrote
With the octave off
Push you off your fucking pedestal
They tell me "Knock it off" pocket's poor
Raping rap music 'til my cock is soft
Married to this life
It's a wonder that I'm not divorced
Copping whores four in the morning
And I'm coughing hoarse
Hanging out the window shooting
Motherfucking shotguns off
This is who I am and
I'm always setting drama off
Fuck the twelve steps
I'ma throw you off your momma's porch
Your whips, your bitch, your wristwatch
Your chain
Cadillac, Escalade, it's not the same
We thieves with deep beef
And pickpocket change
Better run your shit (Run it)
Yo, you can tell that we're fools
By the hell that we choose
Man, I'm going for the gusto
I keep telling these dudes
I'm either getting rich, dead
Or rocking felony shoes
I ain't Boston George
So fuck him and Penelope Cruz
Listen, this isn't vicious enough
This is a mixture of drugs
I fuck the system all up
This is a picture of us
I never piss in a cup
Can't fit my wrists in the cuffs
I don't believe in the law
I didn't listen enough
You should be listening up
I got a pistol that's tough
I got an AK, shit barely fit's in the trunk
I'm throwing fit's when I'm drunk
I'm going spaz with the gats i came so far
I laugh while you fathom the fact
I passionately pattern a track
Rats imagine I'm back
Imagining that as I add another stack
Fuck society, they're telling me I should
Calm down probably
But, I'm notorious like a Charlestown robbery
Your whips, your bitch, your wristwatch
Your chain
Cadillac, Escalade, it's not the same
We thieves with deep beef
And pickpocket change
Better run your shit (Run it)