Yo I tell you niggas what
You better stay home and lay your ass in the cut
I'm going for heads lay you for dead folding emcees like bedspread
And you aingt had this much milk since you was breastfed
Galleons on courts for sports I bust bubbles on the double
Destroying these fools who wanna give me trouble
Ball with stuffle six feet women be loving it
Brothers be thinkin o' sticking but I be shoving it
Ready unload with fat tracks from lootkids
Doing my thang since sixteen in eithtysix
Hey yo saying that the West aingt it
n***a I'll smack you in your mouth for that shit
Let me show you what I claim I'm doing my thang
But everybody out in Cali don't gangbang
You better open up them mic's and get out my face
Give me some space better break out them old Nikes
You better run for the crib 'cause run in your jigs
I'll send you home with a broke back and cracked whig
Microphone's in control so ready explode
Motherf**kers need to punch up the flexcode
Run the line
Run the line
Run the line
Run the line
Run the line
Run the line
Run the line
Heaven forbid I rip kids get they face blown
Bring 'em in packs and I could rip 'em by the caseload
Ready explode on contact for that contract
Flash these lyrics and ready for mic-combat
Who wanna step to get a rep playing double jet
Me and my man be on these tracks at the inner sect
Mass confuse hit your fellas off with bad news
Tell 'em you tried but I just blew you out your damn shoes
Here's this mic you can praise it if you need to
Should've been there when your brother really needed you
It's too late had to blast off like thirtyeight's
Food for thought but don't be eating of no dirty plates
I keep it clean and always on the uppernut
n***a you soft and your rhymes need the toughing-up
No gun chatter on the platter 'cause it doesn't matter
Me and the Wolf collaborate just to make it fatter
You better scatter like the roaches with the lights on
I tell these niggas don't you bother turn them mics on
Going deep like quarterbacks on they long throw
And Time Waits For No Man label Stones Throw
The LP in nintyseven you'll be seeing me
Gradual shots to your nut got you seeing three
I'm running rhymes while the clock is steady running time
Crab emcees get in your block to start run in lines
Run the line
Run the line
Run the line
Run the line
Run the line
Run the line
Run the line
Coming in thirst brothers shouldn't say another word
Kicking your rhymes but they was verses already heard
Give me respect it be the Ras with the triple threat
Smash eject 'cause already know what's coming next
So I predict that all these brothers going to be riding d***s
Break out the axe because it's time that you get eightsix
Playing these scrubs in nightclubs like they legendary
I'm first class and everybody else is secondary
But don't you worry all these brothers got your vision blurry
Ready to fix your cateracts with the fattest tracks
Keep it intact with screws roll with tight tools
And now you missing and your face is on tonight's news
So pay your dues don't nobody make it overnight
You heard the singleand you thought that it was overwrite
No 'cause I can do it to you every time
Me and Peanut Butter Wolf gotta run 'em lines
Run the line
Run the line
Run the line
Run the line
Run the line
Run the line
Run the line
