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letra de run that - psychopathic rydas

[intro: sawed off, lil’ shank, , ]
b-tch, we the rydas, ho!
lay down!
when we rob a motherf-cker, we get him for everything!
that’s right!
including they clothes!
lay your b-tch ass down!
your silly b-tch ass can walk home naked with embarrassment!
punk motherf-cker!
motherf-cker, y’all better recognize!

check it in, ho!

[verse 1: lil’ shank]
whatever you got, i need, let it be coke
or speed, heroin, or a pound of weed, i’ma take it
check it in b-tch, you ain’t sh-t, trick
i run you for them sneakers and them brand nеw fits
man, you ain’t finna do sh-t, but go and buy some new sh-t
and when i see you with that sh-t, i’m takin’ that sh-t too, b-tch!
i’m a ryda and i just don’t givе a f-ck
i don’t need no crazy glue, my fingers are sticky enough, run that!

[verse 2: bullet & sawed off]
i don’t wait until i’m broke, in fact, i don’t wait at all
i see somethin’ i want, i’m runnin’ with it as you fall
it’s all about the spontanuity and f-ckin’ ryda unity
these hoes and what they do to me, jack movin’ nothin’ new to me (b-tch!)
run it to me, check it in, you know what the f-ck is happenin’
rydas be a wreckenin’, broke a bottle, stuck it in
i’m runnin’ from the po, but f-ck, i’m runnin’ for nothin’
i took a deep breath, stopped, turned around and started dumpin’!

[chorus]
you don’t need that (run that!), come up out that (run that!)
what you got for me (what?), you don’t want that (what?)
you don’t need that (run that!), come up out that (run that!)
what you got for me (what?), you don’t want that (what?)
gimme!
[verse 3: sawed off]
give it here, let it loose, come about it, now it’s mine
stack sheets in hoods is so far hard to find
so when your hittin’ a l!ck, be quick, and don’t hesitate
tell ’em to run that sh-t, and then dare they ass to blink
i’m looking for the bling bling, money green, all things
top notch non-stop, underground drug rings
i’m letting loose, takin’ it back to the streets, you little b-tch
put your mouth on this barrel and come about your sh-t, uh!

[verse 4: full clip]
runnin’ happens to be my job, just waitin’ on you to slip
heat in my grip and just pistol whipped your b-tch (yup!)
and i don’t give a f-ck if it’s daytime or night
i run a po-po’s badge, then i beat him with his flashlight (buck buck!)
take you motherf-ckin’ chain when you see clip comin’
’cause if i see it and don’t get it, bullets are hummin’
leave you in the street, assh0l- naked and bleedin’
when i get through runnin’ all your sh-t, b-tch you gettin’ peed on!

[chorus]
you don’t need that (run that!), come up out that (run that!)
what you got for me (what?), you don’t want that (what?) (run that!)
you don’t need that (run that!), come up out that (run that!)
what you got for me (what?), you don’t want that (what?)
you don’t need that (run that!), come up out that (run that!)
what you got for me (what?), you don’t want that (what?)
you don’t need that (run that!), come up out that (run that!)
what you got for me (what?), you don’t want that (what?) (your watch, take that ring off!)
[verse 5: foe foe]
everything you got, i want, and everything i want, i got
from robbin’ motherf-ckers or just runnin’ up spots
find a hideout, homie, ’cause i’m looking to cop
i bought a half-ounce of white split the rest on some hops
now i’m ridin’, hittin’ switches and you b-tch is looking mad
cause she knows i jacked her man for everything that he had
you got stuck, like the b-tch that claimed to f-ck
now raise it up ‘fore i yank your baby moms out the truck, now run it!

[verse 6: cell block & sawed off]
now run this sh-t b-tch, i ain’t askin’, i’m demandin’
this is a stick-up motherf-cker, don’t get your sh-t split where you standin’
i see the weight you hold, it’s quite a heavy load
let me lighten up your sh-t when i make all your dough my own (booyah!)
hey mr. banker, don’t try to run
remember when you foreclosed on my momma house and put us on the streets alone?
man, f-ck that sh-t! give me all the money in the safe
and take your last look ’cause you about to leave this place!

[chorus]
you don’t need that (run that!), come up out that (run that!) (my name is cell block, that’s right!)
what you got for me (what?), you don’t want that (what?) (motherf-ckin’ [?], ho!)
you don’t need that (run that!), come up out that (run that!) (take it off!)
what you got for me (what?), you don’t want that (what?)
you don’t need that (run that!), come up out that (run that!)
what you got for me (what?), you don’t want that (what?)
you don’t need that (run that!), come up out that (run that!) (gimme that too!)
what you got for me (what?), you don’t want that (what?)

[outro: converse]
run that!
give me everything!
yeah, i don’t give a f-ck!
yeah, what?!
give me that too!
you don’t need nothin’!
give me everything!
hey, don’t take another breath
matter fact, give me your life!
-gunshots-
you gotta run that
yeah, and run them converses too!

- psychopathic rydas

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