Run It lyrics

[Intro]
We raping and pillaging the whole rap industry (Better run that sh*t)
Anything we can't get on our own, we coming to take it, right here
Play them horns, Statik, hahaha
I like that sh*t, we do it Boston style
In Boston, if we can't get it, we just go steal it
You know what I'm saying? Check it

[Verse 1]
Listen, I don't know what's real and what isn't
My alcoholism's a prison, my rhythm is possessed
I'm the Devil in the flesh, exorcism is next
My x-ray vision is infested with sex, drugs, and Tecs
I'm a star when I rock and roll
I can knock 'em home with my dome
It's so f*cking cold, my Binaca's old and my vodka's sto'
Raspberry got me barking so dark and cold
I'm a poet going going gold, holding on his c*ck and balls
Singing every note that I wrote with the octave off
Push you off your f*cking pedestal, they tell me "Knock it off"
Pocket's poor, raping rap music 'til my c*ck is soft
Married to this life, it's a wonder that I'm not divorced
Copping whores four in the morning and I'm coughing hoarse
Hanging out the window shooting motherf*cking shotguns off
This is who I am and I'm always setting drama off
f*ck the twelve steps, I'ma throw you off your momma's porch
[Hook] (x2)
Your whips, your b*tch, your wristwatch, your chain
Cadillac, Escalade, it's not the same
We thieves with deep beef and pickpocket change
Better run your sh*t (Run it)

[Verse 2]
Yo, you can tell that we're fools by the hell that we choose
Man, I'm going for the gusto, I keep telling these dudes
I'm either getting rich, dead, or rocking felony shoes
I ain't Boston George, so f*ck him and Penelope Cruz
Listen, this isn't vicious enough, this is a mixture of drugs
I f*ck the system all up, this is a picture of us
I never p*ss in a cup, can't fit my wrists in the cuffs
I don't believe in the law, I didn't listen enough
You should be listening up, I got a pistol that's tough
I got an AK, sh*t barely fits in the trunk
I'm throwing fits when I'm drunk, I'm going spaz with the gats
I came so far, I laugh while you fathom the fact
I passionately pattern a track, rats imagine I'm back
Imagining that as I add another stack
f*ck society, they're telling me I should calm down probably
But I'm notorious like a Charlestown robbery

[Hook] (x2)
Your whips, your b*tch, your wristwatch, your chain
Cadillac, Escalade, it's not the same
We thieves with deep beef and pickpocket change
Better run your sh*t (Run it)