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DMX (rapper)( Earl Simmons )
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I Run S***
DMX feat. Big Stan Man, are you for real? Can't be f*** serious You not for real, you gotta be playin' You better walk away, c'mon
I run s*** here, y'all just sit here Do y'all n*** know what it took for me to get here? I'm gonna stay here, earn my way here You can f*** around if you want but we don't play here
We gets through that, run right through that That's how we do that, y'all *** knew that Two albums in one year, three albums in two Didn't I just c'mon tell y'all n*** that's how we do?
You wasn't even *** listenin' when I just said What I said, you get that, what I just said I run s*** here, y'all *** Jail, what I said, I used to duck y'all
Grown and that's all to it God bless His child on His own and I'm gonna do it I done did it You ain't even half way close to bein' with it forget it
I run s***, I run s*** here I run s***, I run s*** here I run s*** here, I run s*** I run s*** here, I run s***
I run s***, I run s*** here I run s***, I run s*** here I run s*** here, I run s*** I run s*** here, I run s***
I run s*** here, what's my name? Gettin' down for real, *** my fame Played too many games and the game's gone catch up with you Fames'll make stretcha catch up with you quicka
You that c'mon, oh, for real you that aight Let me show you how we do that You see, y'all cats are small cats And *** like us aren't gonna believe that We takin' all that, fall back
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Get down, lay down, sit down Stay down, head round, hey now Does a *** wanna get a little off his mind? I'm a *** that will hit a *** off his time
Go off his spine, brains in the air Flames to the hair 'cause the game ain't fair And I'll take it there, with the right one, baby Got that, we tryin' to light one, baby
I run s***, I run s*** here I run s***, I run s*** here I run s*** here, I run s*** I run s*** here, I run s***
I run s***, I run s*** here I run s***, I run s*** here I run s*** here, I run s*** I run s*** here, I run s***
I've done s*** here, my guns spit here Y'all might live here but I run s*** here Blood, sweats and tears for years just to sit here Think I'm about to let you *** get here?
Cowards are stupid, if you wanna see me prove it Try and take my position, watch how quick a *** lose it Make you get all my s*** and have you fearin' for your life Every time you see me roll up or ride up on a bike
Dressed in all black with my pistol in your sight But it will be my man in all white that walks up with a knife I'm a big boy, baby I don't play with you thin Gettin' my hands dirty, when there's beef, I send
I run s***, I run s*** here I run s***, I run s*** here I run s*** here, I run s*** I run s*** here, I run s***
I run s***, I run s*** here I run s***, I run s*** here I run s*** here, I run s*** I run s*** here, I run s***
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