Lyrics We Run Shit - Kerser, Nebs & Sarm
Back
to
basics,
straight
amazing,
ask
me
bout
the
game
I'm
playing
Dreading
what
I've
done
to
locks,
you
thinking
bout
it,
ain't
Jamaican
Kerser
been
the
sickest
probly
why
I'm
earning
digits
And
they
looking
at
your
shit
like
rather
burn
it
cause
your
bitches
Swagger
like
I've
never
seen
I'm
here
to
hurt
and
burn
a
bitch
Your
shit
get
no
views
like
Hustle
Hard
without
a
Kerser
vid
(True)
Everybody
dribble
and
they
kidding
ain't
it
whack
son?
Leave
'em
injured
whinging
cause
they're
toy
just
like
a
cap
gun
(Get
it?)
No
you
ain't
a
rapper
cause
you've
been
inside
a
booth
before
I
bust
my
ass
to
get
here
and
you
try
and
make
a
movement
more
Meaningful
than
mine,
but
thats
impossible
I'm
made
for
this
And
you
be
on
my
dick,
pretty
much
just
like
your
lady
is
If
I
never
said
it
then
you
faggots
can
not
call
it
sick
Download
your
shit
illegally,
now
thats
what
I
call
roasting
shit
Cause
its
shit,
and
I'm
sick
I
am
what
is
real,
and
you
is
just
pretending
bitch
Its
like
the
more
hardcore
they
get
Its
like
the
shitter
they
rap
Bruz
tone
it
down
brah,
your
not
that
hard
Yo,
learn
how
to
rhyme
Fuck
the
antibiotics
Just
fill
the
van
with
narcotics
Im
the
man
with
the
chronic
beats
They
slam
when
I'm
on
it
Haters
panties
get
knotted
They
can't
handle
me
rockin
Whack
comments
are
dropping
On
the
net
I
am
watching
Cause
they
know
I'm
is
better,
thats
why
Nebs
a
problem
Cause
they
know
if
I
see
'em,
pick
up
a
weapon
and
clock
'em
They
looking
threatened
I
rob
'em
Give
up
your
credit
and
wallet
Bend
over
bitch,
and
take
the
Hennessy
bottle
Your
not
forgetting
me
gronkers
You
had
bad
memories
from
it
That
are
so
fucking
bad,
you
go
to
therapy
from
it
And
he
be's
honest,
no
fuck
it
and
he
be's
on
it
Watch
me
come
and
skull
this
fucking
medicine
bottle
Im
getting
energy
from
it,
and
bruz
I'm
ready
to
vomit
I'm
fucking
hanging
for
Xanny's
and
then
I'm
ready
to
pop
'em
My
fucking
head
is
just
throbbin'
My
dick
is
red
as
a
rocket
And
your
chicks
already
naked
and
she's
ready
to
cop
it,
uh
Yeah,
all
these
cunts
are
fucking
fucked
They're
all
fucked
Welcome,
you
found
someone
in
his
fucking
prime
Ain't
nothing
to
fuck
with
like,
Wu
Tang
back
in
'95
Please
excuse
me
guys,
the
shit
I
spit
is
stupid
fine
Too
refined,
call
me
the
priest,
cause
I
be
super
fly
That
was
my
movie
line,
pack
your
shit
its
moving
time
If
thats
your
chick
she
super
fine
She
sucked
my
dick
around
2:
05
Shout
outs,
225,
ABK,
the
whole
crew's
live
I'm
on
that
news
you
high
Mess
withy
my
vibe
you'll
lose
at
night
Yeah
I'm
the
shit,
your
just
poo
disguised
I
do
a
line
thats
super
sized
You
can't
rap
your
spooning
guys
See
its
too
easy
I
could
do
this
blind
We
ain't
the
same,
I'm
a
10,
your
a
junior
9
When
I
spit
I'm
schooling
guys
Its
a
party
schoolies
time
When
you
spit
I
snooze
all
night
Mismatch
if
you
choose
to
fight
Quit
dancing
your
tutu's
tight
Your
a
fake,
not
a
new
I
You
just
can't
do
this
right
We'd
fuck,
you
lose
at
life
Its
Sarm,
Kerser
and
Nebs
We
run
this
shit
you
just
shit
in
your
bed
Sick
in
the
head,
I'm
sick
of
your
head
If
yous
were
a
bitch
I'd
spit
on
your
set
Fuck
the
whole
scene
its
piss
(?)
Fuck
your
whole
team
its
a
bitch
in
a
dress
I'm
sick
and
depressed
that
I
spit
with
the
best
Cause
they're
shit
and
they
think
that
they're
equally
fresh
This
is
what
they
calling
me,
you
rapping
but
its
awkwardly
Exactly
what,
I
was
doing
back
around
04
or
3
So
dont
you
try
to
step,
yo
I
ain't
say
I'm
a
vet
Cause
most
these
veterans
are
faggot
I'm
a
step
ahead
of
them
Let
'em
get
at
them,
guarantee
I'll
take
the
head
of
them
Breaking
both
their
legs
and
then,
asking
if
they
get
it
in
K-E-R-S,
I
put
em
in
the
ER
Nah
you
couldn't
do
it,
dont
you
try
it,
its
for
me
brah
Mr.
Samy
B
the
mother
fucker
come
and
crack
your
lips
Its
like
you
dont
have
a
dick,
and
your
raps
are
whack
as
shit
Think
your
fucking
Rambo
and
your
clips
fucking
acting
bitch
Remind
me
of
a
compact
disc,
pl-pl-pl-plastic
shit
You
are
fucking
hopeless
as,
obviously
smoking
shabs
And
you're
fucking
broke
as,
smoking
blokes
for
cash
Mr.
Big
Gun
you
think
are
the
kings
son
But
all
you
are
to
me
is
a
busted
red
ring
bum
Yes,
did
you
not
hear
what
I
said
before?
Like
binge
thinkers,
motherfucker
I
just
repped
the
raw
Get
out
my
booth,
you
can't
rap,
you
just
press
record
Your
vids
suck,
give
it
up
bruzz,
less
is
more
See
what
your
stressing
for
I
ain't
here
to
lecture
your
Someone
I'm
electrical
Not
top
10
I'm
the
best
of
all
Fuck
you
and
your
festival
No
one
heres
impressed
at
all
Got
a
verse
in
Kerser's
album
That
equals
sex
for
sure
![Kerser, Nebs & Sarm - No Rest for the Sickest](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/v/p/6/c/h0znu2c6pv.jpg)
1 Put the Pipe Down
2 Got the Feelin
3 The Time
4 This My Life
5 Stand Up
6 Who You Judging
7 Way 2 Hi Up
8 Big Dreams
9 Naturally
10 We Run Shit
11 We Run Shit
12 The Reminder
13 Just For Now
14 They Will Never Understand
15 The Temptation
16 Nowhere To Go
17 Can't Rest
18 Unwritten Letter
19 Put the Pipe Down
20 Remember The Name
21 Good-Bye
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