Run Ya Pockets

[Verse 1:] Yo as a kid on the school bus I made a few bucks Stickin' my classmates with a sharpened tooth brush Then I grew up, saw your watch was nice Got lots of ice, then you on the wrong block tonight No cops in sight, and I can aim a Glock precise I'd just rather rob your wife with a pocket knife On the block late, so if you got papes or cop weight Clearly I'mma stick you like Scotch tape I'm upstate now ?? on a greyhound With eight pounds of dro that I stole on the way down I'm quick to hi-jack your best five tracks Base line, kick snare, sampling high hat The plot thickens when you're 23 shoplifting The clock's ticking and those last six shots kick in In a shit box whipping, 'till I see a nice range Cause I swipe you from the right lane soon as the light change Chorus: Run ya pockets, hand over your cash Make it fast or I'mma have to whoop your ass Run ya pockets, when I'm on your block I'mma take what you got whether you like it or not Run ya pockets, you a rapper with dough I'mma catch you after your show, grab it and go Run ya pockets, I got a daughter to feed So best believe what you got is more than I need [Verse 2:] Yo it's lightning, I'm the kid at the bar you might see Stealing tips to buy Long Island ice-tea Broke and sheisty, snatching your Rolex While you alone on your way back from the Co-Check Don't have any dough left, that's the bottom line So if I see cats ballin' I'm fast to rob them blind For a pound of swag, sixteen ounces bag Blindfolded, wrist tied, bound and gagged I'm ruthless, I never show cats mercy So run your dough stacks in that throwback jersey I throw slaps early but I'm sprayin' next time Snatchin' your advance, the day you get signed I ain't toured yet, so my life is pure stress That's why I left you bleeding all over your valore sweats At your door step and I don't even know you But I'm snatchin' your dough to re-invest it in my own crew [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Yo submerged in debt, with dough earns respect I stuck my first connect, sold half, burned the rest I'll take the dough you make, while you holdin' weight too This way I can flip P's like a lower case Q No one hates you, but we know your address I'm the one who snatched the dough that you owe your connects Every known rapper, give me your dough after the show Or I'll go have the car in a tow tag, you'll get bitch slapped 'Till the bones fracture and ribs crack Pay an A&R to know where the CEO lives at Kidnap an exec, gun to his naval Runnin' the label's cash past under the table While the head in charge of artists and record squads Gettin' scarred, ran for his dough and credit cards Celebs and stars, your funds are profit Don't get dumb and pop shit, c'mon run ya pockets [Chorus]