Styles P - Run Up lyrics

This beat is to be used, violently - weapons not included [Sheek Louch] Double platinum never; still on the grind though Playin my position, watchin behind though D-Block'd out, must I remind yo Benjamins walk with me, two guns y'all can see Money pile, wild out, n***a who want what Every year it's somethin new for you to shake your bu*t Get on yo' strut, you feelin me soldier? Ten hun (ten hut) ten years strong, the record is long Coulda been a lil' richer if I rocked a thong Anyway; the Coupe is gray Sheek startin to get hot in the hood like the month of May My dog tags tangle, white tee on Paul Wall bottoms, big Jacob bangle One dutch of evil and piney Matter fact, gimme some 'gnac and I'mma chase that with a Heine' And make sure you pour some for my thugs behind me (yeah) [Hook 2X: Styles] Hustle 'til the sun up (run up) Keep comin 'til you come up (run up) E'rybody keep your gun up (run up, run up, run up, run up, run up) [Styles] Run up you gon' die like the beeper call Dawg this is Styles, I ain't Nas but I "Ether" y'all You should hide when you see that ride creep along Cause it's on when the doors open - shut his lights out He got his mans, but I'm f**in get 'em all coffins Lil' n***as is now mine they swallow the barrel find it Bet that'll open 'em up (I bet) And they all act tough, 'til you pokin 'em up n***a - run up like you came for a marathon Body's in the suitcase, head's in the carry-on (ha ha) You food to a real n***a, rude with the steel n***a Give a f**; you shoulda chilled n***a (you shoulda chilled) All I know is puttin in work Get the new M-5, n***a put in the work Crack a vanilla dutch, n***a put in the earth Run up I keep the gun up, get put in the earth - what? [Hook] [Sheek Louch] M-6 revvin, all black on the cell phone And all that like I'm talkin to Devon (Knight Rider) Shorty wanna hang out of the car (uh-huh) Yellin out money ain't a thang, holdin up a mayonnaise jar Of that stick-ickalous, ridiculous Comin down Harlem, foggin up the whole St. Nickalous (yeah) Red monkies on them pretty things Wipin off ash, showin Scado my Diddy things Pay attention (yeah) gon' miss if I squench in Just us bein there is causin tension No beef, no wreath nece', it get real messy Pull a rifle on you boys like Uncle Jesse I'm Sheek baby girl, one third of the LOX Put you in the mink and out of the fox Added a Honda into the box Earring holes is stretched from the size of the rocks Let's go [Hook]