Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Remix *** that ***, we can touch on our son as a brother You niggas get broke when the gun is up This that East Coast, mother***er Call me Mr. East Coast, mother***er Y'all already know the dial, gotta talk Every single time I come here, niggas know I gotta do it Yes, I gotta deal with it, I gotta kill em And I gotta hit em, you ain't seen no one, nigga Gotta be them stupid Only got 41 seconds, that's a given, nigga ***, every second, bitch, I gotta use it Sorry bout that nigga blew it And I can't agree to microphone And I make a mother***er lose it And I make niggas jump, and I back niggas up She in the back of the truck, little mommy wanna *** And she really wanna suck When I'm finished with it, then we go in the back of the club And we do this *** again, my niggas pronto Dibbity dibbity dibbity like a bongo Banging on the pussy like a nigga named Alonzo Head game crazy, that nigga the head honcho Mad cause I took his bitch and now we think we macho Somebody that ain't call a cop's house But we went up inside of that nigga's little condo Put him in a box, throw the nigga in the cargo Cargo, cargo Shut a nigga down, fake bitch Throw a bottle at you, shut a nigga mouth Break *** Come and follow then you stand up on the couch Fake *** Let us swallow niggas, but we in the house He's cold nigga 10031, that's where my zip is Live in High Island, I've been in trenches Walk through a bodega like I ain't got riches Walk through a bodega like I ain't got Come on! Don't do it for the haters, I do it for the bitches My flow out, cater, I kill rap niggas Y'all, now and later's a sweet ass nigga Soon as you get famous, they wanna ask, kiss Only thing that I'm missing is Hova Chase it I get a feeling they want the old bird Cup King, Castle Hood, Pope Bird Got a question to ask you, do you know fag? Do you know that I come from where the toast burn? New York, New Yorker, 143rd All hungry, ham up on a cold nerd Feet changed to lean in, never sober Quit from being in the streets to run the culture I've never been in the weed, but I had hoes, bruh Who that jiggy mother***er with the clothes, bruh? I finna kill these mother***ers with the flow, bruh I'm the best in the game with the flow, bruh In New York, I mainly rock to Magnolia I love the East, but shout out to every coast, bruh South to North and even West Coast, bruh Black and like I'm fresh about retirement My flow still mine, you're mental, mental Couldn't ride an instrumental, but they riding, dick I set the standards for requirements So call the firemen, it's just me, myself And now the world is mine, I put the I in his His posse too clean, his diamonds like tear His skin too clear, his bitch gon' stare So mind your biz, how they find the time for money Mine, I find these college chicks for top of collies Lips, oh my, oh my Run it, run it, run it like you want it Run it, run it like it's stolen Run it, run it like I'm going Run it, pitch it like I'm bowling In my city, gangs running in the city Lotus in me for the chitty bang Block with Fergie, Frenchie with the bitties Hit up Remy for the pretty, gang Lately I feel like a Beatle, I'm Paulie McCartney Just rocking Moschino, Moscato or Pinot I got some bitches that hopping and regal Phenomenal deep throat I'm more Ali than Muhammad My noodles was ramen, go Google my diamonds I got some shooters in college I feel like a coach, I'm recruiting to sign them Look, I still be moving in silence I'm balling in blue like I'm hoping in Dallas Bitch, I don't play for no Mavericks You need to think who gon' pay for your casket Ignorant ***, but I'm still conscious Enough to give hope to the masses Watch the coke do gymnastics Dominique Dawes is pouring my car when I'm mashing Chain busting it down Wrist busting it down Yo bitch busting it down Rap game, I'm ***ing it now I could be a jeweler Neck like Slick the Ruler You niggas is comedy Talking fast like Bone Thugs and Harmony KRS-One, Big L Flows Son of a gun with a buffalo The hair on my wrist is a P1 Made more money than E1 One time chinks, two time yams Get the money, slide like a violin You know my nigga Max almost home You know we run the East Coast zone, nigga In the kitchen culinary I could whip a Bloody Mary And I wish that blood had dead me I'ma get your brother buried Gang banging with your halo Business on the payphone Bitches, pussies drying up Like Taz's angel, never was a client Cause that boy ain't buying it And I got a bottom, bitch My top come on consignment Step up from the minor league Double M the dynasty No, I never sold dope I just got me a finder's fee Following my frequency Niggas rapping week to week Suckers be so weak to me Text but don't speak to me You can never speak for me See the B.I. chemistry Check into the crazy house I'ma turn the labels out Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up *** that ***, we can touch it, let's turn this up All of you niggas get broke when the gun is up This that East Coast, mother***er But I know this West Coast 10-20 was my date of birth The day I came to earth Bottle sipping, love to burp Young nigga that's doing dirt Long beach across my shirt All y'all niggas gon' get murdered What the *** is you talking about? Me and Ferg, we gon' put in work Bang on your game, coach you out of this world It's all on the bitches She a blood and she a crip Don't slip, thank not On the block where it's hot Legalize what the nines Give a *** about a cop Real ***, this is it From the bottom to the bait This is anybody cake California all day Yes sir, on the curb Mossburg by the van Little homies on the roof With the bam, bam, bam Long beach, popping pill on them I've been working so hard Nigga, get your bell on I've been working so hard Niggas want to sell some I've been working so hard Welcome to the hell zone Zone Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up *** that ***, we can touch on this And it's up, all of you niggas get broke when the gun is up This that East Coast mother***er Call me Mr. East Coast mother***er