Run, run, run,
run
I'm on my way, I'm on my way,
I'm on my way, I'm on my way
Niggas call me the coldest dude
that ever done it
I'm like yeah homie your ass cool
but nigga run it
I got sons 45 years old
that's gon' pay me
Cause all my niggas ridin'
and know we provide safety
And we kill all rats,
you heard that?
Motherfuckers know we truckers
cause we kill all rats
I spit songs when I get on the mic
Cause I breathe on niggas,
give em a chill, leave em dead on sight
Nah niggas you ain't gangsta,
you knock around guys
Sold a little hard,
now you knockin' all pies
Come on lil niggas,
knock it off with them lives
And all them bronze tails,
you ain't never do a sound
I try to put you on to how
to make you a grip
But y 'all wanna be big -headed
And Joe keeps cakin',
now ain't this a bit
With a aim that's impeccable,
the kid'll never miss
What? Yeah, nigga, ain't a thing changed
It's the Fat Gangsta,
nigga, bitch,
your face can smack the fuck up
That's how we do, nigga,
ain't nothin' changed
This is what we do
Dawg, your album is
whack and your singles
I ain't puff, don't dance to jingles
I pop the top like a can of Pingles
You don't really want the God to lose it
Cause I'm a nigga with
the heart to do it
I'm in the kitchen like Martha Stewart
When I spark the rugers,
I can't lose like Parker Lewis
When I was at Rikers,
you was in diapers
I was in Cypress, rhymin' with lifers
You was at home,
tryin' to get tighter
Rhymin' off beat,
I was poppin' off heat, yeah
You reppin' your crew, steppin' the hoop
I don't eat pussy,
but I'll make an exception for you, pussy
Niggas know what the weapon to do
You ain't nice cause you the
best in your crew
Don't gas him, I told Gadsen
You beatin' me is
like Em inem
Fuckin' with black chicks,
it won't happen
Dude, you not a boss
I pop brews, I don't got a floss
I drop jewels like I got tools
like construction workers
And I wanna see your boss
I don't fuck with workers, doggy
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
I'm on my way