Ft. Problem

(Hook)
Who the fuck will stop us?!
They callin' out the coppers
They callin' out the shooters
Nigga, that's a handgun
They be callin' out the choppas
Nigga, that's a handgun
They bringin' out the choppa
Run Ricky run! Run Ricky run!
The niggas sittin' out the window
Damn, the homie bout to dutch

(Verse)
Choppas in the back of that Grand Prix
Bullets spin like the lotto
I'll put yo head on the payroll
Smoke it till we get em fiend fo' the bottle, nigga
Lion on beast mode, 1 shot, like the gang got a cheat code
Piss on my hands and shoot the free throw
Told the FEDS, I ain't see shit, what you see though?

(Hook)
Who the fuck will stop us?!
They callin' out the coppers
They callin' out the shooters
Nigga, that's a handgun
They be callin' out the choppas
Nigga, that's a handgun
They bringin' out the choppa
Run Ricky run! Run Ricky run!
The niggas sittin' out the window
Damn, the homie bout to dutch

(Verse 2)
Run Rakim run! Run Rakim run! 
Don't get that nigga Bishop
Riddin' with a pocket where I put my gun on
Talk to the chaz, bet he'll lose a lung on em
I didn't wanna do em, I didn't wanna thug on em
God let his momma see 'im befo' he put a plug on em
Like wham, shiggy crazy fastard
He can go down any day
Fuck the dopeboys, tight and ride, been livin' up
Knockin' yo ass out the car like you ?

(Hook)
Who the fuck will stop us?!
They callin' out the coppers
They callin' out the shooters
Nigga, that's a handgun
They be callin' out the choppas
Nigga, that's a handgun
They bringin' out the choppa
Run Ricky run! Run Ricky run!
The niggas sittin' out the window
Damn, the homie bout to dutch