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Run Up, Done Up

Hi-C

The Hi-Life Hustle

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Hi-Life, Too Swift, Young Quik, bring it to 'em [Chorus: in faux patois] Run up run up we got de gun up Haters that think we funnin dey get done up Run up run up we got de gun up Haters that think we funnin dey get done up [Hi-C - sounding like Milk Dee] Stop schemin, and lookin hard I got that ghetto platinum credit card Make one phone call and fools gettin hurt Niggas, busters, bitches in skirts Got a hoe in the house peepin out yo' safe Get you naked, and duct tape your nuts to your waist Horny nigga, thought you was gettin some cock You ain't gettin shit, nigga you got got While I run your shit back over to the top 400 bottles of Moet gettin popped Not even cops, can fuck with Swift or the Diggler Serve and protect, we gettin rid of ya Put the green light on L.A.P.D Cause I'm tired of the motherfuckers fuckin WITH ME I wanna bust, that's how I feel it G shit, punk bitch, we be keepin it real [Chorus] - 2X [Too Swift] Invisibility like Space Ghoster I'm comin through in my Range Rover, shoot 'em up the party's over Cause when I'm sober like to {?} in mines I squeeze tight as some pliers, handle my strap, with these evil designs To kill a nigga, don't step in my path A psycho maniac nigga raw killer it's a bloodbath The aftermath, 'll make you laugh Cold shoot 'em up like La-Di-Da-Di when that 45 hit his body Drop his corpse to the motherfuckin pavement It ain't no future in that California brave shit I guess that you thought that it was all about you But it's all about that one 8 double-oh, hit 'em up some mo' Niggas always causin, drama But Too Swift I'm gettin calmer, plottin like the unibomber Niggas trippin off my conversations It ain't no confrontations, when my strap {?} like installations [Chorus] - 2X [Verse Three] Now every day, all day, I'm only out for my riches Busters and snitches be player hatin so I'm elevatin Like elevators, regulate like regulators Assassinate player haters, a lyrical motivator Pull mo' raid than Raiders, so you think you can fade us? Yes we snap like alligators and got mo' game than yo' fastest commentator When my intellect, the dialect, subtractin conversations Cause I'm a lethal weapon when it comes to confrontations [Hi-C - like Milk Dee again] We get money, money I got Makin haters hot when I whip in the drop Ding dong it's the bell, once again it's on Postman dropped the package out in front of my home Could this be a setup? Shit, man let me get up Ain't nobody comin in here, they gettin wet up Opened up the package, it was nothin but scrilla We gon' throw another party, this is Hi-Life nigga! [Chorus] - 4X We make 'em wanna riiiiiiide!
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