Run That

(Yeah, right)

My cuz, I run that

They talk heavy, but they never done that

I speak facts 'bout flops, done spun that

Big opps kept the captain on hush

Especially if the whole team

Done that

Brother, your hood's not a hood

Already earned my stripes, but I'll show you what's good

Run my cube, but I look like Suge

And I don't come to my neck of the woods

Kitchen will get you fed, man

Now's not the time, when it is, you're a dead man

'Nother message like Redman

Rappers get called out, just like red hands

No belly, I'm set with a hoodie

Swerve 6-9s, but I ain't a boogie

Run that ball like I still play footie

Class in session, I'll teach these rookies, ah

When did they creep out their tunes?

Ah, they could get put on balloons

If I catch 'em slipping up in the daytime

They won't see the afternoon

Ay, in this shit there is some guidelines

You go mind yours and I'll mind mine

People talking from another state

But can't relate 'cause they sit on the sidelines

These dogs get fed no kibble

They drop balls to the floor, no dribble

They tell riddles

If we beef, we beef, my bro, there's no being civil, ah

Hook up that mission

Pull that line I'm fishing

It's just for boys that's chicken

Index finger twitching

Grease on hands from work

That's finger-licking ooh, ah

Everybody popping off

Let them really pop it off

Come to the block, this shit don't stop

I straightened up that mental

I still got lead like pencils

Rush him, then kick his dentals

Ten toes like that's essential

First it was rugby in teams

Then it was feeding the fiends

Call my team, plummet the zine

When it come out, it make 'em lean, ah

I'm all in and they're full back

Gave five-eights and got half back

Center of the gang, gotta keep my thing

Front row, lad, them boys on the wing

No overcoat when I'm topping up

When I send shots, it's not bottoms-up

When I aim down, hit the bottom up

'Cause it kick back like a semi-truck

Like I'm cruising

(Ay-ay-ay-ay)

With the always ready to let it bang

Take a left and I watch, they get in that lane

And pull up when you see that fucking gang

Like I'm cruising

(Ay-ay-ay-ay)

Man I caught 'em slipping in his own hood

By themselves, they're no good

He bitched it like I knew he would

Like I'm cruising

(Ay-ay-ay-ay)

This for the ones that something to say

Life broke up, or it's where you stay

If I'm salty, I'll bring the pepper, ay

Like I'm cruising

(Ay-ay-ay-ay)

Safety off, but I feel safe

Pull up early, and I'll get 'em late

Pimp a clip, and I'll pop his face

Ah, what you gon' do, like?

Nothing, they're fucking bluffing

These rappers food, lad

Talk it up, but they don't want nothing

Why would I go carry a shiv when I can use my fist?

But if they bring that shiv, just know I got them clips

That double bazza, man this almost gave me a sentence

I'm serving rappers like tennis

Then kick 'em out like tenants

Sydney city, it's gritty, not just a road that's busy

Don't bring that business 'round me

I'll fucking make a killing, killing, killing