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letra de we run it - chrisco

[intro: jon connor]
yeah, it’s connor, chrisco, alchemist, marv won
let’s do it
y’all n-ggas thought this blue city club sh-t was a joke

[verse 1: jon connor]
yo, i’m k!llin’ every line (murder, murder), i am a criminal
i’m ready for war, tell your general “suck my genitals”
don’t come in that water, they gettin’ caught in my tentacles
connor be f-ckin’ ’em up, tell me something i didn’t know
n-ggas say they sick, well, you listenin’ to the antidote
spittin’ that crack, each syllable like a gram of dope
mind so sharp, lines slice ’em up like a cantaloupe
hannibal when handlin’ rappers, i am a cannibal
mandiblе, all these n-ggas do this for mankind
punchlines f-ckin’ ‘еm up, it’s like they hands tied
cell phones trackin’ me down, i’m on a landline
talkin’ to your b-tch ’bout l!ckin’ across her tan line
bombin’ on these n-ggas, tippy-toe cross a landmine
these boys so lost, they could see peter pan flyin’
writin’ high, sh-t competition keepin’ my hand fryin’
me verse y’all like tiger woods verse a d-mn lion, uh

[chorus: chrisco]
f-ck what you heard, yo, we stay blunted
good sh-t, ounces, at least eight hun’ed
when it comes to this game, it’s a track, we run it
rap sh-t, we run it, yeah, b-tch, we run it
[verse 2: chrisco]
as far as sk!lls go, you ain’t got enough to manage
status far past hungry, i’m f-ckin’ famished
i’ll bring the fire to this beat and leave a ton of ashes
they way i’m k!llin’ these fools, it’s like they jump in caskets
old school, i took a bunch of classes
spittin’ doctorate sh-t, you were the undergradders
rapid fire flow, soundin’ like a hundred ratchets
i got whips like a hundred lashes, you ain’t got one that matches
motherf-cker, i got rhymes and connects
my supply comes direct, i built ties off respect
smokin’ these b-tches like my cigarette
c-ckin’ chrome back to hope that slug flies through your neck
parties at the hoes’ crib, never at the stash house
runnin’ through p-ssy, smokin’ kush ’til we pass out
reppin’ where i’m from when i spit from where i’m at
flint town, rock city, this the mitten on a track

[chorus: chrisco]
f-ck what you heard, yo, we stay blunted
good sh-t, ounces, at least eight hun’ed
when it comes to this game, it’s a track, we run it
rap sh-t, we run it, yeah, b-tch, we run it

[verse 3: marv won]
ayy, the fat gangster on the block
i’m big worm with that ice cream (this my money)
you a deer in the middle of my high beams (beams)
i’m the captain of my team
i’ll tell a cop go f-ck hisself like “me, myself and irene”
i’m the coldest in the streets, an ogre, a beast
just do what i told ya, capiche?
or hear the ‘matics clap, you’ll need your cabbage patch
daredevil, i am hip-hop’s cactus jack
barbed wire (barbed wire), marv’s fire (marv’s fire)
think differently, hear pap-pap and car tires
i murder the booth
i am god to an atheist who has never heard of the truth
this crack put ’em in the er, servin’ ’em juice
take communion or get your neck hurt in this noose
bye when you see a n-gga, and just accept you can’t be a n-gga
i’m from the d, my n-gga, k!lla
[chorus: chrisco]
f-ck what you heard, yo, we stay blunted
good sh-t, ounces, at least eight hun’ed
when it comes to this game, it’s a track, we run it
rap sh-t, we run it, yeah, b-tch, we run it

- chrisco

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