running out (repeat) [Verse 2] Submit Verse [Hook] This the shit that happen when we go out on the town This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
out, had me feelin left out Stuck and I gotta get my self out But when I was kid then crept out Fuck all the ones who never helped out Stepped out with
him out the frame with new ideas, We's about the game, lyrics, puttin' it down out here (Chorus) [Buckshot] I stepped in the jam with the guard on
Mike, cause she got mad She knew about the bitches her boyfriend had Mike called back, and he was on his way He just got the pussy yesterday You see, Mike ain't trippin on
wild on the dump Suckers can't fuck with the rhymes I conduct I fuck this mic like some big Mike slut Put your big shoes on now walk your struts Thought
up on ya Chop up all these credit cards Career is all that laid up on ya Skeet skeet, Move fast don't let them bitches lay up on ya You know you really
I score prepare for torture Fuck around and make your town Warsaw I'm from Illadel the land where the killas dwell My technique is to ambush you guerrilla style My instinct is of a killer
go) (Callin' the rick, I have to go) Rap battle one two, one two, check it out All alone, gold song, like Mike Corleone Get a little [Incomprehensible
It's the big Dogg, yo, fuckin' wit the insane Clowns, get down, nigga, I represent the town Hey, yo, Violent J let's go half on this pound I stay gangsta
I wanna do, whut I go where I wanna go, whut Fuck you, you, you, and you, whut Forever I'm a Juggalo, whut Your mama's got a glass tittie wit a screw on
Maybach, dude close the curtains The paparazzi tryin? to get another flick of me Police muggin? like I got a couple bricks on me They hate when rappers come in town
Gangstas make the world go 'round Guppies bow down, I'm with some killas from H-town Chase his ass down to Atlanta, GA Find out where he stay, locate
go (chorus [b-legit & e-40]) Here we go, time to let these niggas know Here we go, here we go, uhhhhh Here we go, here we go, time to let these niggas
get draped up and dripped out pimp the pens Know what I'm sayin'? Puttin' it down, representin' to the fullest Know what I'm sayin'? L-i-l, go on let that boy go
you to see But they don't let you know what's really goin on Make it look like a lotta stealin goin on Boy them cops is killas in my home Nigga shot
your bush Bust a couple of nuts and then I fire up the kush You put on your panties I put on my drawers We'll holla next week when the sun falls [CHORUS] [Mike
Out, A-Town fiend Boyz N Da Hood, you don?t like it, hell, scream again Big Gee, Big Gee, Zone 3, Zone 3 Straight up out da gutta, everybody know me
] It's PJ, the rap hustler Going off, on these player hating suckers I'm from the North, side of town Boys about it over here, we on the grind I came
