Tabs - Run lyrics

I don't give a f** who you are I don't give a f** who you get homie I'm gonna f** you up I'm gonna make you run your money [Coast] If I support a deal with real sh** is that I know better So fed up no-cheddar-having go-getter I don't need nothing when your co*ky team bluffing Cause you f**ers about dope as a poppy seed muffin Worship me like the scripture in your favorite book My soul reels the ghost chills that King David took So try to penetrate I'll devastate your whole platoon Then emerge a month later from a smoking tomb Goons tie shrooms and balloons filled with h**n Popping poon in hotel rooms at ?? Sheraton It's evident I'm colder than cold water on sediment You can't relate you better skate like Nancy Kerrigan That's oldschool, my flow's new to a whippersnapper Sickest rapper some would say that I'm a wicked cracker Greasy guinea, mouth dirtier than olden truckers Soulless f**er only pray over broken rubbers [Chorus] [Nightwalker] You ain't getting money you ain't doing sh**, you ain't even breathing Knock 'em out they f**ing shoes and leave 'em bleeding We be eating on the south-side of the Windy City When I'm with Tabs or Philly ain't nobody f**ing with me In ritzy restaurants dressed like f**ing hooligans I'll pull the pistol out with a drink in my hand like Julian Me and my brothers sip on bourbon aged in old barrels And we got a crazier following than Joe Carroll A known a**hole walking down a road less traveled I'll rip my own f**ing heart out and throw it at you Then go get tattooed all in a days work I used to be a piece of sh**, now I'm way worse I never paid for a verse I never bought a beat I don't need you respect on the web I get it on the street Motherf**er talk is cheap appease this .38 I peeped your last record every f**ing last word is gay [Chorus] [Tabs] How about a little thanks, I ain't in this game to get rich But I am trying to fill up banks like the Fresh Prince Be on the nexus on some next sh** Not Mr. Smith but I'll leave fresh prints on your neck like a necklace You'd french kiss half the dudes on your friends list You dudes are tripping like Mr. Hendrix on 10 hits Wanna see me live in the flesh with these clenched fists You got a dying man's final request; a d**h wish It's who I rep with, anyone else is downgrading We turn this sh** around that's why these clowns about facing Your props are make believe you ain't profound at ground breaking Maybelline is the only way you ever laid down a foundation So hows it feel to be about as real as Snooki's tan I'll snuff a f** trying to bu*ter me up like a cookie pan Shouldn't push me, we know you p**y fam Coming out the closet trying to convince us you's the boogeyman [Chorus]