Текст песни Peanut Butter Wolf f Rasco - Run the Line
Peanut Butter Wolf f Rasco - Run the Line слова песни
Verse 1:Yo I tell you niggas whatYou better stay home and lay your ass in the cutI`m goin for headsLay you for deadFoldin emcees like bedspreadAnd you ain`t had this much milk since you was breastfedGalleons on courtsFor sports, I bust bubbles on the doubleDestroyin these fools who wanna give me troubleBall with stuffleSix feet, women be lovin itBrothers be thinkin o` stickin but I be shovin itReady, unload with fat tracks from lootkidsDoin my thang since 16 in `86Hey yo, sayin that the West ain`t itNigga I`ll smack you in your mouth for that shitLet me show you what I claimI`m doin my thangBut everybody out in Cali don`t gangbangYou better open up them micsAnd get out my faceGive me some spaceBetter break out them old NikesYou better run for the cribCause run in your jigsI`ll send you home with a broke back and cracked whigMicrophone`s in controlSo ready explodeMotherfuckers need to punch up the flexcodeVerse 2:Heaven forbidI rip kids, get they face blownBring `em in packs, and I can rip `em by the caseloadReady explodeOn contact for that contractFlash these lyrics and ready for mic-combatWho wanna step to get a repPlayin double jetMe and my man be on these tracks at the inner sectMass confuseHit your fellas off with bad news (tell `em what?)Tell `em you tried but I just blew you out your damn shoesHere`s this mic, you can praise it if you need toShould`ve been there when your brother really needed youIt`s too late, had to blast off like 38`sFood for thought but don`t be eatin of no dirty platesI keep it clean and always on the uppernutNigga, you soft and your rhymes need the toughin-upNo gun chatter on the platter cause it doesn`t matterMe and the Wolf collaborate just to make it fatterYou better scatter like the roaches with the lights onI tell these niggas don`t you bother turn them mics onGoin deep like quarterbacks on they long throwAnd Time Waits For No Man label Stones ThrowThe LP, in `97 you`ll be seein meGradual shots to your nut got you seein threeI`m runnin rhymes while the clock is steady runnin timeCrab emcees get in your block to start run in linesVerse 3:Comin in thirstBrothers shouldn`t say another wordKickin your rhymes but they was verses already heardGive me respect, it be the Ras with the triple threatSmash eject, cause already know what`s comin nextSo I predict that all these brothers goin` to be ridin dicksBreak out the axe because it`s time that you get 86Playin these scrubs in nightclubs like they legendaryI`m first class and everybody else is secondaryBut don`t you worry, all these brothers got your vision blurryReady to fix your cateracts with the fattest tracksKeep it intact with screwsRoll with tight tools (tight crews)And now you missin and your face is on tonight`s newsSo pay your duesDon`t nobody make it overnightYou heard the singleand you thought that it was overwriteNO, cause I can do it to you every timeMe and Peanut Butter Wolf gotta run `em lines