DR. AMA - We Run It lyrics

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Yeah, New York, Down, Bottom, Let's Get it

Love the glock nine, Quick to cock mine, Make the block mine

Official heat holder, Dog believe I got mine

War, Is that what ya'll clowns looking for

Strap up son, Better back up or get clapped up

Street gangsta from day one, Love to act up

S.I. we live wires, Creeping in them black trucks

Do the math, You run with nine niggas in your crew

Plus your sister, Two brothers, You and your boo

Subtract the sixteen shot glock, Remainder two

Incase your Mom or Pops got something to prove

Reload, Throw another clip in, Cock back slip'n

One in the chamber, Start flip'n

Rip'n muscle tissue when the lead start spit'n

We cook beef, Keep the heat hot in Hell's kitchen

Listen, Hard head bitches I get my slap on

Hard head bitch niggas, I get my clap on.

Buck-Buck, Gun em down

Big trucks, Run em down

Fake thugs, Son em now

Hip Hop, We run it now

Me and my constituents burn haze, Plead innocent

Pull out them instruments, Put holes in Sean John

Bong-Bong, S.I.C. the campaign, We let our balls hang here

Till the day I'm slain here, Remain Grain

Bastard child walking a backwards mile, Fuck what you thought

Twenty cents, Dip the Newport

Linger round here get your crew caught

Seven two ohh, Four fours then back to the fort, In the Newport

Working sacks, We out for the stacks

Outfitted in black, Ratchets, Black mask, The jux master

N.Y.C. Housing breeds crooks, Where the keys cook

Got the fiends hooked, The V's hooked up

Goose with juice got the D's shook up, Fifth borough semi-retarded

Staten, Police presence thick cause we start shit

Black hearted regardless, Throw lead at the target

Throw lead at the target for real

Some niggas only bring war in a rap song

Front likes it's just rap then you heard the rap wrong

Who the Don, Get your knaps gone, Get your nap on

It's on, Try to out run the gun get your back torn

Sleep forever, Give a fuck if your Moms and your bitch weep forever

S.I.C., We the terror, Doc A.M.A. A.K.A. Doctor Lector

The bone collector, The chrome tote and lead injector

The microphone profector, S.I.N.Y. Stapleton Project protector

Down for whatever, Known to handle my biz, No stranger to a bid

Wanna split a nigga wig scream at the kid

Gun for hire, Got your team scream'n son it's fire

Made your Queen my personal bun supplier

I ahh, S.I.C. nigga

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