DESCRIPTION:
I Run This... (Game Mix) (requested by)
Verse: (Red Nation)
Damn Right I'm Runnin-This, like Cheetahs-for-Food...
Like the Reel, in the Movies, that the Theater's-a-Use!..
Feet-in-a-Shoe, till Holes, in the Sneakers-is-Through..
Golden Pumas, U. Bolt, Complete Theseus-Two!!-
UH!!.. Keepin-the-Mooves, No,body Else-Has-
I Remember When I Used a Lighter just to Melt-Bags!!
Sealin Up, Dubs, in the Cellophane from Cigarettes-
That was Way Before My Hands was Never on a Brick-or-Less!!...
... Oh Yes!!.. I'm a Mix a Frank-n-Nicky-
Lucas-n-Barnes, Music-is-Armed like a Tank-is-Wit-Me!!...
Kuz the Blue Magic make they Face Blank-n-Itchy...
Money Underneath my Mattress kuz the Banks-is-Shifty!!...
... Never Sleep, or I'll Die, Movie Crank-a-Fit-Me..
I'm On my Grind, All the Time, Smokin Stankin-Sticky!!...
... Till my Eyes like Sylvester Scott n Vincent-Owens,
My Squad Steady Move the Rock, like a Big-Samoan!!... (Put you on the Game)
Skin, Lack the Pigment-Showin but I'm Inta-Flowin-
N I Never Stop, kinda like the Way a Infant-Growin!!...
HMM!... Most these Rappers Babies-for-Real,
I Would Put you on the Game, but the Play-Be-for-Real!!...
Gotta Make ya Moves by Yaself, No More Mom-n-Pops...
It's All Gravy, till Somebody Really Palm-a-Glock...
Then they Bombin-Shots.. What You Thought, it Couldn't-Happen?..
Thought that Everyone was Fakin when you Look-at-Rappin?..
Man there's Real, Dudes.. Doin this for Real, Dude,
Real Recognize Real n We can See ya Real, Food!!...
... n I'm Real Hung,ry.. kuz I'm a Thin,-King..
Who's Always Think,ing, bout how to Win-Things! (Hate it or Love it)
Two Steps Ahead You.. One-to-the-Side..
This is Chess, as a Knight, I'mma Run-wit-the-Vibe..
Kuz I Got a Mean Queen, Keep a Gun-on-her-Thigh..
Roll wit Bishop from Juice.. Mothafuckas-can-Die,
Comin-wit-Pride till all yall are Done-wit-ya-Lives-
I Got my Rooks Killin Pawns like a Bug-or-a-Fly!!-
WHY?... Kuz I Said So, No, Other-Reason...
Checkmate... No Where to Move, From-the-Beatin!!..
Roll wit a Ton-a-Bloods.. n a Ton-a-Crips,
That a Move a Ton-a-Sniff, from the Time, that the Sun-a-Rise-
till the Time that the Sun-a-Dip, on Some Other-Shit...
... Pure Bead a Team, you aint Fuckin-Wit!... (Dreams)
Kuz I Got Some Real Dreams, They Vivid-n-Lu,cid-
I'm Gifted-to-Do,-This, as I Live-It-in-Mu,sic,
Who's-This? Starin Back at Me, in This Mirror...
My Successful Version n Haters I can't Hear-Ya!!... (One Blood)
Plus You Can't See Me kuz the Flashes Off ya Glasses..
N they aint Gone Help you See into a Higher Class-It's..
Funny that you Think Money, Why I'm Merkin-Classics...
Rich, kuz I Urn.. like a Dead, Person's-Ashes!!