Best Run

(Kurupt) Gangsta shit, I'ma show you how the gangsters do it Word to mother, Kurupt Young Gotti Excuse me for a second while I blow, on this bomb {*inhaling and coughing*} Beans, Beanie Sigel, yeah Daz Dillinger, Dat Nigga Daz, bitches I gotta little bit of somethin that you'll never understand With that double deuce, double up, hammer in hand Got so many different advances, different chances Lead to different circumstances, enhancements Calibers, mental mind gallagher, shells Hit niggas like hammers hit nails I'm Apocalypse 6000, I remember that hoe Bitch don't you owe me 6000? I'm countin(?) to ten (Rosco) I slide through on some ol' outlandish shit And roll up anybody on some skanless shit Many try to be I, wanna bang the gang Screamin our name, the Dogg Pound Gangsta gang They call me Young Rosco, young and ho-stile If it ain't on D's, then I can't even ride yo I'm so caught up in the streets I need to lie low And I'm runnin out of sheets, to weed that I blow (Chorus) Best run, getcha guns, spittin dum dum Slugs at the thugs, y'all niggas don't want none Here we come, best run, spittin dum dum Slugs at you thugs, y'all niggas don't want none Here we come, best run, spittin dum dum Slugs at you thugs, y'all niggas don't want none Here we come, best run, spittin dum dum Slugs at you thugs, y'all niggas don't want none (Beanie Sigel) The Gooch is back, the hold up man with deuce gat (Blow up fam) You fold up fan, you're fruit cat Niggas gettin swoll up, plans for loose tracks When I roll up fam (yeah nigga) produce scraps (kick in) You know I'm all about the street dollars Follow your trail and blaze niggas with +techs+ like 'Sheed Wallace They say the streets talk and I ain't hearin a word Feet to the ground got my ear to the curb Roll with niggas disappear in them burbs Pop up appear with them birds, in darkness prepare you for worst (Listen) - in other words stop talkin I slim up your legs, curl up your hands, nigga you stop walkin When the fifth stain leave shit stains off in Your Pampers, get your shit bag changed often You niggas soft and the fifth lift chains off often Get your block chalked when the Glock start barkin (Chorus) (Daz) Who wanna get 'em up? Nigga let's get 'em up Why the f**k they act like you know, and so we did 'em up When the uz' bruise I serve crews, act like you know Rude bwoy tryin to walk in these shoes I ain't impressed off dues with that bullshit, I pull quick And y'all dumb hoes suck dick - she just a bitch I hit the switch and peel out, and wheel out, throw up a (?) I get shit, get get done with it, and so I get out The smallest of my hustle so I floss off bones Pay the cost of the death, watch you die when you step Seven to ten niggas drop when they step Don't sweat the technique or get chin-checked (Beanie Sigel) Pimpin never gave a f**k, Sigel Daz and Kurupt Rosco, (??) you can't bite my shit, it causes fiascoes My rhymes is designed, drinkin tobasco I'm dippin, rollin, that's the way the (?) bowl D.P.G.'s bowl, R.O.C. soul Controllin, foldin, suckers like envelopes Rollin on hundred spokes, smokin on a pound of smoke (Chorus) (Kurupt) Dogg Pound Gangstaville, where the gangsters at Sigel came to roll through and smoke us out So what's wrong with that? Nigga, ha? Yeah Daz Dillinger, yo, the one-shotter Shootin niggas down cause it's nuttin The first nigga to take off, nigga boulder boy Yo, Kurupt Young Gotti, ha? You know that nigga, that one nigga, set it off on ya Pleezbelieveit ya bitch I know bitches when I see a bitch and youse a bitch And bitches get treated like bitches.. Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound nigga!