. Don't run away, don't run away, Don't run away, don't leave me, no. Don't run away, don't run away, Don't run away, don't leave me, no. Don't run
Don't run away, don't run away, Don't run away, don't leave me, no. Don't run away, don't run away, Don't run away, don't leave me, no. Don't run away
Niggas eatin on these beats Get yourself a plate And I'm a step away One hit, one breath away When you don't got time, you ain't never late Come so victory
don't burn in the kitchen These gassed-up niggaz just ain't fuel efficient I play the winter breeze to choke hold your piston (eh-eh-eh-eh) Now you niggaz can't
ta Now most of ya, don't measure up I'll make it hot and turn the pressure up Steamin, regular, nah supreme and I ain't gassed I blow an MC away like
[U-God] Yo.. yeah Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin Yo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo.. yo.. pinky ring shit, yo That pinky
its whatever So don't push me yea you would try keepin us back Why don't yall dudes try to keepin it rap And leave us alone can't leave it at home In
he grind in the tunnel Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle Nasty girl don't pass me the world, I push to be not the backseat girl Don't
don't want it (What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O-S that done it Who the ultimate? Yo my man speak up on it Aiyyo I stop fools and drop jewels but never run
black, my pride is that jack It might get ya dog shot, even a cat smacked Anyway though, styles don't apply to me Jeff Goldblum couldn't be more fly
got the smash on the block (uh-huh) Kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to drop (tell 'em) Everthing you get (uh-huh), you really don't expect (naw
ta Now most of ya, don't measure up I'll make it hot and turn the pressure up Steamin', regular, nah supreme and I ain't gassed I blow an MC away like
Yo, yeah Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin' Yo, spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo, yo, Pinky ring shit, yo That Pinky ring shit
Yo, yeah, don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin' Yo, spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo, yo, pinky ring shit, yo That pinky ring shit
trucks If you get stuck, you outta luck, can't duck Can't run from the cuts Ah fuck, better grab them nuts For the murderin', layin' You can run from
I strickly brake vertibraes Bones back, chinky eyed like japs I blow states off the map Just by eye contact Hook: Don't get it twisted and if you do
don't test me/ just might make u burst in to tear/ when switch from 1 to 3 gear/ pop my gat and the potato drop/ Yo / but u ain't really that hood though
