the head And the little one said roll over, roll over We put three in the head And the little one said roll over, roll over I run amuk upon the sucker duck punks that I'm
for the team [Chorus One: Run-D.M.C. (repeat 2X)] We put three in the head and the little one said roll over, roll over "Do or die!" [D.M.C.] I run
s Mobb Deep and that is no pun Do Straight bad bitches I run, through I put out when I'm cummin' I love to be redundant So I'm hopin' that your period
I'ma give it to you raw I ain't even fin to play, with you motherfuckers I'm a motherfucker, that'll be packing a glock Taking em out with red dots, I'm a head
club niggas be hatin, but guess what I see though. (*Sings*)I see some niggas tonight that should be having they head stomped (head stomped) head stomped (head
you Military minded I'm a S.U.C. soldier Don't want it if it's hard cause the south lets you see over I'm trying to keep my head on, but it's rolling
I.P. to Robert Davis on a fresh set of 3's S.U.C. to the finish I'm going out with my men With a grenade in my hand I'm comig out with the pin It'll never
me? My momma gone you could spend the night Ya heard me? I'm not playing I'm trying to fuck tonight Ya heard me? Clothes off face down ass up c'mon Shorty
(I can fill ya) Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly Wreck it buy a new one Your crew run run run, your crew run run I know you sick of this,
circle circle, dot dot, you catch your speed, not Feel that, cos this type of vibe sounds done (Far from the...., to the doe-run-run-run to the doe-run-run
they throw on some R-Kelly I start ballin' Makin' it rain for them ladies in the mini's But I'm not throwin' ones, fives, tens, or even twenties I'm
I head down the street to long beach Just so i could meet, a freak To lick me from my head to my feet And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up Nothin
's side am I on? I'm on the righteous Always check the lyrics, no time to contradict Chorus: Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem (3X) They/brothers
ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block So I got my hot tops that make your breathing stop I'm a gangsta slash rapper, check your CD shop I'm
sickas cell, fuck your talk is cheap When I see you, and I'm gonna see you I'm strip you down asshole naked and thats how I'm leave you Then I'm find
them where your from, Nigga westside! [Verse 2] I'm lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala, Gold d spinnin, chrome hydraulics Run up on my low-low you stop breathin
tell them where your from, Nigga westside! [Verse 2] I'm lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala, Gold d spinnin, chrome hydraulics Run up on my low-low you stop
