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Da Banggaz314 - Run Up Get Dun Up lyrics

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[Chorus: in faux patois]<br />

Run up run up we got de gun up<br />

Haters that think we funnin dey get done up<br />

Run up run up we got de gun up<br />

Haters that think we funnin dey get done up<br />

<br />

[Hi-C - sounding like Milk Dee]<br />

Stop schemin, and lookin hard<br />

I got that ghetto platinum credit card<br />

Make one phone call and fools gettin hurt<br />

Niggaz, busters, bitches in skirts<br />

Got a hoe in the house peepin out yo' safe<br />

Get you naked, and duct tape your nuts to your waist<br />

Horny *****, thought you was gettin some ****<br />

You ain't gettin ****, ***** you got got<br />

While I run your **** back over to the top<br />

400 bottles of Moet gettin popped<br />

Not even cops, can **** with Swift or the Diggler<br />

Serve and protect, we gettin rid of ya<br />

Put the green light on L.A.P.D.<br />

Cause I'm tired of the motherfuckers fuckin WITH ME<br />

I wanna bust, that's how I feel it<br />

G ****, punk *****, we be keepin it real<br />

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[Chorus] - 2X<br />

<br />

[Too Swift]<br />

Invisibility like Space Ghoster<br />

I'm comin through in my Range Rover, shoot 'em up the party's over<br />

Cause when I'm sober like to {?} in mines<br />

I squeeze tight as some pliers, handle my strap, with these evil designs<br />

to kill a *****, don't step in my path<br />

A psycho maniac ***** raw killer it's a bloodbath<br />

The aftermath, 'll make you laugh<br />

Cold shoot 'em up like La-Di-Da-Di when that 45 hit his body<br />

Drop his corpse to the motherfuckin pavement<br />

It ain't no future in that California brave ****<br />

I guess that you thought that it was all about you<br />

But it's all about that one 8 double-oh, hit 'em up some mo'<br />

Niggaz always causin, drama<br />

But Too Swift I'm gettin calmer, plottin like the unibomber<br />

Niggaz trippin off my conversations<br />

It ain't no confrontations, when my strap {?} like installations<br />

<br />

[Chorus] - 2X<br />

<br />

[Verse Three]<br />

Now every day, all day, I'm only out for my riches<br />

Busters and snitches be player hatin so I'm elevatin<br />

Like elevators, regulate like regulators<br />

Assassinate player haters, a lyrical motivator<br />

Pull mo' raid than Raiders, so you think you can fade us?<br />

Yes we snap like alligators and got mo' game than yo' fastest commentator<br />

When my intellect, the dialect, subtractin conversations<br />

Cause I'm a lethal weapon when it comes to confrontations<br />

<br />

[Hi-C - like Milk Dee again]<br />

We get money, money I got<br />

Makin haters hot when I whip in the drop<br />

Ding dong it's the bell, once again it's on<br />

Postman dropped the package out in front of my home<br />

Could this be a setup? ****, man let me get up<br />

Ain't nobody comin in here, they gettin wet up<br />

Opened up the package, it was nothin but scrilla<br />

We gon' throw another party, this is Hi-Life *****!<br />

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[Chorus] - 4X

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