running out (repeat) [Verse 2] Submit Verse [Hook] This the shit that happen when we go out on the town This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
then they hate you, go and ask Fifty Yeah, go and ask fifty They love you then they hate you, go and ask fifty Go and ask fifty, hating ass nigga, sweeter
war It's reg baby, in battlefield go I'm out on two bonds, and parole don't know So have your heart right trick, when you stepping to Mike D I'ma b-braid
money out ya purse Lay up in ya yard, rob ya when ya go to church Ya love white tees now ya face on the shirt Black tee, black beat, trappin on the
blocks, Whut I rent studios and don't pay, Whut (come on shaggy don't play) MIKE? I am whut I am [CHORUS] Your mamas got a glass tittie wit a screw on
want you to see But they don't let you know what's really goin on Make it look like a lotta stealin goin on Boy them cops is killas in my home Nigga
straight out the projects We live the life where the blood spills Same thing that get you cats nigga, get you killed Warnin', Jungle always keep a gun on him Pull out
culo My wrist always on frio, call me chilly chill Super head and super head, and I really will Californication, Motivation in my pocket Got on my blue Dickie, shout out
four When I score prepare for toture Fuck around and make your town Warsaw I'm from Illadel the land where the killas dwell My technique is to ambush you guerilla style My instinct is of a killer
do the New York people follow me Everything weh me a do London people follow me Well me chat microphone and them a chat mike too And me give them Big
What y'all in Hampton, huh huh Know about this What y'all in p-town Know about this What y'All in Hoviay Know about this Check it out I'm ya p-town hit
fuck a nine Bizarre's shootin nuclear bombs Think about it before you diss me on a track I hang with niggas that just got out and ready to go back
out, had me feelin left out Stuck and I gotta get my self out But when I was kid then crept out Fuck all the ones who never helped out Stepped out with
him out the frame with new ideas, We's about the game, lyrics, puttin' it down out here (Chorus) [Buckshot] I stepped in the jam with the guard on
Mike, cause she got mad She knew about the bitches her boyfriend had Mike called back, and he was on his way He just got the pussy yesterday You see, Mike ain't trippin on
wild on the dump Suckers can't fuck with the rhymes I conduct I fuck this mic like some big Mike slut Put your big shoes on now walk your struts Thought
up on ya Chop up all these credit cards Career is all that laid up on ya Skeet skeet, Move fast don't let them bitches lay up on ya You know you really