Run

* Originally titled "Ride" from debut album "Da Ghetto Psychic" [Intro - Rated R] Uh huh, yeah (I ain't scared of you motherfuckers!) Yeah, momma didn't raise me well (yeah!) I ain't scared of y'all niggas Rated R (we could do that) Lil Jon (whatever you wanna do we could do that) (yeah!) (Whatever you wanna do we could do that) Trying to tell them fa sho (getting it crunk in this bitch fa sho!) (Tampa, are we supposed to be scared of these niggas out here?) (Whatever you wanna do we could do that) 2-4-1 (yeah!) (Whatever you wanna do we could do that) Florida, ATL (Oh) oh! (oh) oh! (oh) [Chorus - Rated R] (Lil Jon) Oh! I'm 'posed to run nigga? (run nigga!) I'm 'posed to hide? Nigga you 'posed to ride nigga! (ride nigga ride!) Oh! I'm 'posed to run nigga? (run nigga!) I'm 'posed to hide? Nigga you 'posed to ride nigga! (ride nigga ride!) (You better rep it 'fore I make this bitch spit, YEAH!!) (You better rep it 'fore I make this bitch spit, YEAH!!) (You better rep it 'fore I make this bitch spit, YEAH!!) (You better rep it 'fore I make this bitch spit, YEAH!!) [Verse - Rated R] You don't wanna be my target, my nigga Hit ya from the three point range like Reggie Miller I hang on the block wit killas and drug dealers That got love and slugs for a nigga So take ya pick, take a stick, take a brick Cause niggas round here ain't taking no shit Ya hoe bitch, ya bitch hoe, I don't give a fuck Cause you fin to go get yours cause I got mine Whachu is blind? (You better break 'fore I make this bitch spit one time!) It's yo fault I had to get my nine Last man standing when this shit start firing That's right, everytime [Chorus] [Verse - Rated R] Now I been missing in action like Bin Laden Meantime deep in the lab and still rapping Ghetto Project, stacking, relaxing and still thinking Hit Lil Jon up for a track and told em let's make it happen I'm tired of the tongue grappling (fa real) We can get the guns clapping, betcha that'll get ya toes tapping Toward the exit, let's get physical Bump then thump, run for the trunk Pull out the pump, O-Town gon now It's too late to cry, somebody gotta die Bye bye, now we gon find out Who can do they thang in the game when there's no timeout [Chorus] [Verse - Rated R] You better pray motherfucker Your life I'm bout to take motherfucker Duece duece in lake motherfucker You a fake motherfucker! C'mon nigga shake motherfucker Let's see what we can make motherfucker Money or war, whachu came here for? Ain't nothing but slugs and a room full of thugs Whole bunch of hustlers passing out drugs Watching real close, every hug ain't a hug That's a transaction, swanging on a nigga dawg is just a reaction Think what you wanna think but you can not imagine Nigga I'm a savage, and all that fun shit I won't have it Y'all better back up and live, play wit ya kids Handle ya liquor, I hope ya got your boys wit ya Count em up, cause somebody gon be missing Wit that bullshit in a fucked up position! [Chorus] [Outro - Rated R] (8x) Whatever you wanna do we could do that