Run Run Run

[Tim Dog ad lib] Fuck you come in my face for talking about you wanna battle? You really wanna battle mother fucker? How much money you got in your pocket nigga? Two hundred dollars? That ain't enough nigga Get your rent money nigga Steal you mom's jewelry nigga Sell your car nigga Take your clothes of Get naked right now nigga You wanna battle get free get naked I'm a fifteen year mother fucking veteran nigga Get naked right now nigga Spit your gun nigga Do it, do it nigga Spit your gun, spit [Chorus x2] Run run run with your little gun You can't do me You can't do me none I kill mother fuckers like you just for fun So bust your gun nigga Bust your gun [Verse 1] Spit fire But I warn you, you'll retire I ain't Kanya West I'll put your face through the wire Niggas fucking with D.O Me the C.O Or P.O A peon for thinking you could go against me son I battle niggas like a (?) That's a jet plane engine See don I tell you, you can't fuck with me son All the shit that I had mentioned I'm well beyond your comprehension Oh now you feel the tension and you wanna flow Well, that was my baby verse [Chorus] [Verse 2] I'm pragmatic when it comes to static Put so many heads to bed niggas call me Mr. Craftmatic (?) finger on the automatic Listen to you cop a plea Before I catch a plane I'll let your fucking brain have it Come one nigga or come all Pissed on niggas like (?) Got big balls You don't cause them small Smoke so many niggas they name me menthol Jump on the mic and scream out "Yes y'all!" Ready to bless y'all Ready to test y'all Aim for the face no need for a vest y'all I must confess to the crime Yo, give me life Cause I murder m.c.s on the mic Do what the fuck I like Give dick to your bitch every night Get head when the pussy ain't right Mother fuckers want to be Tim Dog Nigga not tonight [Chorus]