Run DMC

[Hook] Run DMC, Run DMC If I'm riding low-key I got that D on me And nigga we don't care Cause nigga life ain't fair They go for 30 a piece We sell them hoes by the pair (Snow! Snow! Snow!) [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Stay on the creep So how you gonna stick up the stick-up man? .357 to the teeth, bitch, I hope you picked up a dental plan Got that ocho cinco, 8-5 for 250 grams Drove that heron straight from New York in my nigga's minivan Excuse me Mr. Officer, I've been thinking about popping ya So you better not search this car I'm so hot I'm off the thermometer Fuck a threat, I promise ya I won't go back to jail Seem like every time a nigga try to make a sale These bitches go back and tell This shit is fresh off the scale White bitch, them bricks in the M3 When I'm done breaking down this dope I'mma beat that shit like an MP They wanna murk me for $10G That shit don't offend me Nigga I had stripes before this rap shit I run D and I MC [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] I don't even use the door, I just pull in the garage Tony Montana shit, look like a mirage Put the yay on the counter, bout to give it a massage I whip them bitches two at a time - yeah, a menage Car full of bags, lookin like I've been shopping Vic across the street, I think that motherfucker's watching Oh well! Gotta eat - it's where I cook at It's a cooking channel - give a nigga something to look at If I'm riding all day, this what my neighbors just told me 6-8 for the nine, bitch my neighbors might owe me Riding so dirty made the bird take a bath But when it dried off it was a bird and a half [Hook]