Texty:
Run Kid Run This Is Who We Are

You are now rockin' wit' The Symphony, yes, sir It's ya boy Fliperachi, the number one fly boy I'm in the building wit' my girl Mya You know we doin'

I figured this platinum got you acting Like you got to be me It's all in your mind but in time You'll find we as real as we speak We thuggish ruggish

I figured this platinum got you acting Like you got to be me It's all in your mind but in time You'll find we as real as we speak We thuggish ruggish

Bone, gotta phone and then lay on the floor gone, goin' on Probably know we read It's hard to be in Bone here we are In and out your car, and calm

hey... [Big Rube] As I lay motionless Wondering why we so emotionally emotionless (scrap metal) My focus is not to be the brunt of the joke in this (

B O R O nigga Who I die for This is for my Q dogs, who lit a block's bright spark We grew up on old English, summertime Roy with this park Used to be

hole! Fire in a hole! (yo) Fire in a hole! (yo, yo, yo) [Verse 3: Method Man] This is for them niggas on the bricks Holdin' down a block for my nigga carlton fisk The kid

hole! Fire in a hole! (yo) Fire in a hole! (yo, yo, yo) [Verse 3: Method Man] This is for them niggas on the bricks Holdin' down a block for my nigga carlton fisk The kid

the job is done Till the last prick nigga take ya wallet, run Doc with the shotty and we both catch a body with Cypress Hill Yeah! We don't give a fuck, we