Runners

What?

They don't know
What's going on
What's going on
What's going on in my mind
Probably be me
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
It's my nigga Sean Price
Sean P, nigga

Black Milk, nigga
What up?

Okay

Ram the MACs in the jam with macks
Quick to let 'em clap like hands that dap
Yeah, so street, yeah we do it obese
Straight from the hood so screw the police
Fuck the law with its cat, rat, dogs
Raw, the reason that your walk turns jog
The reason that your jog turns run

The reason that your run turns sprint
.38 Snub with gloves, no prints
And you can see it in my eyes, I'm so tense
We have no rules, it's beef
Magic, I make a seven footer six feet

If you got problems, get deep
Get beat, get shot, get sleep

Inflict hurt on 'em
Dig that hole and kick dirt on 'em

Make 'em gun, make 'em run

The game is over, game is done
Niggas mean business and nigga you ain't us
Show you how to kill 'em, we changing the game up

Make 'em gun, make 'em run

The game is over, game is done

Niggas mean business and nigga you ain't us

Show you how to kill 'em, we changing the game up

Listen
Best to clap, I'm the best at that
Quick to stretch cats like wrestling mats
Yeah, so ill, brownsville
Mike Tyson and Riddick Bowe so what's the deal?
Still one of the best, you ain't on Sean level
Third place niggas with bronze medals

Sean is a Don Rebel
Sipping Chandon with the blonde devil
And in the cold Smith, duke I plead the fifth
Pistols bust, pass to no one
Ass over American Indian at the Indian show guns
Body the best, a lot of y'all struts
Chill, cop a bill, watch Dr. Phil
Got skills, chop thrills, get it guap for real

In the moms making some lot like Ock is ill

Well alaikum salam, I'm breaking your arm
Niggas still hating on Sean, I'm dating your mom
Nigga

Make 'em gun, make 'em run
The game is over, game is done
Niggas mean business and nigga you ain't us
Show you how to kill 'em, we changing the game up

Make 'em gun, make 'em run
The game is over, game is done
Niggas mean business and nigga you ain't us
Show you how to kill 'em, we changing the game up

A lot of cats talk shit but don't test the veto
M16s break up teams like CO

So gutter, ho cutter

Dro puffer, no sucker

Four bucker
Murdering MCs with ice with my madman Jesus Price

NYC with the D-E-T
A.D. with the legendary BCC
A lot of niggas wanna ride or die
'Til I shoot up the driver's side of your window
Now die in your ride
Tough talking, get you touched
2Pac Shakur shit
Rhythm or Thug but now you knocked too short bitch

I got walk with four fifths and nines
Y'all niggas can't rap, four fifth your rhyme
Four fifth your mind, .38 your face
And twelve gauge shot in your body, I hit case nigga

Make 'em gun, make 'em run
The game is over, game is done
Niggas mean business and nigga you ain't us
Show you how to kill 'em, we changing the game up
Make 'em gun, make 'em run
The game is over, game is done
Niggas mean business and nigga you ain't us
Show you how to kill 'em, we changing the game up