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You see I run with them dudes, get loose with them pipes out You sweet as ice cream, two scoops what your life bout I'm heavy on the scene, bad news when the mic's out And heavy on the lean, Timb boots or the whites out It's Pittsburgh's kick flipper, spit words great nigga Disturbed? You could get your shit curbed way quicker Mad cus I spit that hard And I'm with that broad Fast lane how I rip that car Fast change, how'd I get that large? Cus the flow is dope Yours, yea you know's a joke Sure, here you hope to blow I'm out to move the units from the set to Kosovo Flow like the Rope-a-Dope Crack, call me coke to smoke You niggas washed up and they ain't even started yet A lot of new niggas coming out but I'm the hardest yet (Yes) One I can fear, I ain't met an artist yet Throw the lead, that'll roll his head right up off his neck I'm the realest to run it, I just happen to rap I'm the realest to run it, I just happen to rap I'm the realest to run it, I just happen to rap I ain't gotta clap at 'em niggas scared of that black I'm the realest to run it, I just happen to rap Letras de cancionesI'm the realest to run it, I just happen to rap I'm the realest to run it, I just happen to rap I ain't gotta clap at 'em niggas scared of that black Gettin' cake's what my life bout Them long days, takin' them nights out The grind and paper chase what I write bout (Yea) I'm a hustler, cake is my lifestyle And for the fam, takin' your lights out You niggas want a problem you can get it I'll take your wig, all of it get splitted Leave your dome throbbin' in your fitted My advice to you is just be cool And that's for all of y'all A pimp always with a bad chick like in Monster's Ball I'mma show you how monsters ball Yea, the rap livin', crack spittin' bars and all And your punch lines are hardly hard It ain't the flow, its the fact you niggas broke that make me "hardy-har" Wiz Khalifa leave your body scarred Fuck your plans up And if I can't get to you dog, I fuck your mans up So just listen fag, most niggas quick to brag Me, I'll get you zip and tagged Dragged in a kitchen bag I'm the realest to run it, I just happen to rap I'm the realest to run it, I just happen to rap I'm the realest to run it, I just happen to rap I ain't gotta clap at 'em niggas scared of that black Who you know keep it gudda as me Popular, me so I'm floodin' the streets Wolves hungry so I stay with my heat They wanna slump me, leave me six feet deep They want me cuffed doin' time up creek I spit hot when I rap to the beat I stay high off the limiest chief Every day I be grindin' for cheese In the club with the nine in my sleeve Act tough and you could die when I squeeze Got shooters in the weeds like I'm Vietnamese They keep clappin' 'till them hammers go ding My money long you could call me the king Thought your man was gettin' money caught him pawning his bling Niggas say they blood in like 'Ricans and Vatos I'm hood in, hood out, like Dominicans papo See y'all broke, on the block servin' fiends Dove soap I keep the snub close, pop let the chrome glow Shots in ya dome ho, chyea I'm the realest to run it, I just happen to rap I'm the realest to run it, I just happen to rap I'm the realest to run it, I just happen to rap I ain't gotta clap at 'em niggas scared of that black From Letras Mania