why I hit and run I'm in and out quick I'm your prodigal son I'm just out for kicks Gotta hit and run I'm gonna hit and run I dive in quick I'm your
for life Bad Boy, we ain't goin' nowhere Uh-huh,uh-huh, what? We ain't goin' nowhere, we gon' stay right here For ever and ever and ever and ever, c
if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah) G-Unit move around with them pounds and berretas
, I don't need it But I'll sell what you got, take the cash and I'll keep it Eight legs to the wall, hit the gas, kill them all And we crawl and we crawl and
't know. Betta be gone, and I run up in him if I came. Be tha master plans, leavin' ya minds off. Close to 44 magnums, hit tha hold and ah so when I blast
show me they warriors All ova we victorious takin ova ya territory Notorious and devil-alition and we know a level All you feel it when I kill it hit
Hit 'em in the shower for an hour Give 'em that feeling, Sauce Money for real and Let her get on top if there's mirrors on the ceiling Hit her so right
come digital stupid, plus my team got 'nuff jury on, bet I'm still live and I'm coopin' Two of my silverbacks run through a pack of your wolves Front on react and
nuthin but choked (BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) And that jealousy is only gonna leave you broke So the only thing left now is God for these cats And
had been thru Smile and give your face somethin' the fuck to do You're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly, wrinkled faced bastard Someone needs to hit and run ya to run
kids ain't 'sleep Ain't no shame in this muthafuckin damn game Catch my gang affiliation And you gon' get hit, sent on a long vacation Fool, so you better run
store And all of my niggas in the graveyard Stay hard R.I.P. For all my niggas that run the street I'll be smashing beats and representing y'all And
't know Betta be gone, and I run up in him if I came Be the master plans, leavin' ya minds off Close to 44 magnums, hit the hold and ah so when I blast
and I've broke a bunch of bones It's anybody's race out there and I've learned to run my own I'd shove 'em in the wall and I'd hit 'em from behind I'd
's time to beat you I think it's good decision That I destroy and teach you You put on very fast shoes And try to run away I'm very strong and last though
manifested by X to the Z Victory, strike a B-Boy stance in khaki pants Never get along like red and black ants, advance When your staring and this concrete
H-E-A-T I'm makin' motherfuckers Run like DMC (run) The Likwit MC is here to blaze a nigga like a fat one Non radio bangin' shit goin' platinum And
bed I hit your honey in No love for cops cause my dunn is on the run again Feel the rhyme, I got the shit locked liked prison time And '98 is to late
