Roscoe - Best Run lyrics

(Kurupt) Gangsta sh**, I'ma show you how the gangsters do it Word to mother, Kurupt Young Gotti Excuse me for a second while I blow, on this bomb {*inhaling and coughing*} Beans, Beanie Sigel, yeah Daz Dillinger, Dat n***a Daz, b**hes I gotta little bit of somethin that you'll never understand With that double deuce, double up, hammer in hand Got so many different advances, different chances Lead to different circumstances, enhancements Calibers, mental mind gallagher, shells Hit n***as like hammers hit nails I'm Apocalypse 6000, I remember that hoe b**h don't you owe me 6000? I'm countin(?) to ten (Rosco) I slide through on some ol' outlandish sh** And roll up anybody on some skanless sh** Many try to be I, wanna bang the gang Screamin our name, the Dogg Pound Gangsta gang They call me Young Rosco, young and ho-stile If it ain't on D's, then I can't even ride yo I'm so caught up in the streets I need to lie low And I'm runnin out of sheets, to weed that I blow (Chorus) Best run, getcha guns, spittin dum dum Slugs at the thugs, y'all n***as don't want none Here we come, best run, spittin dum dum Slugs at you thugs, y'all n***as don't want none Here we come, best run, spittin dum dum Slugs at you thugs, y'all n***as don't want none Here we come, best run, spittin dum dum Slugs at you thugs, y'all n***as don't want none (Beanie Sigel) The Gooch is back, the hold up man with deuce gat (Blow up fam) You fold up fan, you're fruit cat n***as gettin swoll up, plans for loose tracks When I roll up fam (yeah n***a) produce scraps (kick in) You know I'm all about the street dollars Follow your trail and blaze n***as with +techs+ like 'Sheed Wallace They say the streets talk and I ain't hearin a word Feet to the ground got my ear to the curb Roll with n***as disappear in them burbs Pop up appear with them birds, in darkness prepare you for worst (Listen) - in other words stop talkin I slim up your legs, curl up your hands, n***a you stop walkin When the fifth stain leave sh** stains off in Your Pampers, get your sh** bag changed often You n***as soft and the fifth lift chains off often Get your block chalked when the Glock start barkin (Chorus) (Daz) Who wanna get 'em up? n***a let's get 'em up Why the f**k they act like you know, and so we did 'em up When the uz' bruise I serve crews, act like you know Rude bwoy tryin to walk in these shoes I ain't impressed off dues with that bullsh**, I pull quick And y'all dumb hoes s** dick - she just a b**h I hit the switch and peel out, and wheel out, throw up a (?) I get sh**, get get done with it, and so I get out The smallest of my hustle so I floss off bones Pay the cost of the d**h, watch you die when you step Seven to ten n***as drop when they step Don't sweat the technique or get chin-checked (???) Pimpin never gave a f**k, Sigel Daz and Kurupt Rosco, (??) you can't bite my sh**, it causes fiascoes My rhymes is designed, drinkin tobasco I'm dippin, rollin, that's the way the (?) bowl D.P.G.'s bowl, R.O.C. soul Controllin, foldin, s**ers like envelopes Rollin on hundred spokes, smokin on a pound of smoke (Chorus) (Kurupt) Dogg Pound Gangstaville, where the gangsters at Sigel came to roll through and smoke us out So what's wrong with that? n***a, ha? Yeah Daz Dillinger, yo, the one-shotter Shootin n***as down cause it's nuttin The first n***a to take off, n***a boulder boy Yo, Kurupt Young Gotti, ha? You know that n***a, that one n***a, set it off on ya Pleezbelieveit ya b**h I know b**hes when I see a b**h and youse a b**h And b**hes get treated like b**hes.. Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound n***a!