Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Best Run , by - Daz Dillinger. Release date: 30.04.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Best Run |
| Gangsta shit, I’ma show you how the gangsters do it |
| Word to mother, Kurupt Young Gotti |
| Excuse me for a second while I blow, on this bomb |
| Beans, Beanie Sigel, yeah |
| Daz Dillinger, Dat Nigga Daz, bitches |
| I gotta little bit of somethin that you’ll never understand |
| With that double deuce, double up, hammer in hand |
| Got so many different advances, different chances |
| Lead to different circumstances, enhancements |
| Calibers, mental mind gallagher, shells |
| Hit niggas like hammers hit nails |
| I’m Apocalypse 6000, I remember that hoe |
| Bitch don’t you owe me 6000? |
| I’m countin (?) to ten |
| I slide through on some ol' outlandish shit |
| And roll up anybody on some skanless shit |
| Many try to be I, wanna bang the gang |
| Screamin our name, the Dogg Pound Gangsta gang |
| They call me Young Rosco, young and ho-stile |
| If it ain’t on D’s, then I can’t even ride yo |
| I’m so caught up in the streets I need to lie low |
| And I’m runnin out of sheets, to weed that I blow |
| Best run, getcha guns, spittin dum dum |
| Slugs at the thugs, y’all niggas don’t want none |
| Here we come, best run, spittin dum dum |
| Slugs at you thugs, y’all niggas don’t want none |
| Here we come, best run, spittin dum dum |
| Slugs at you thugs, y’all niggas don’t want none |
| Here we come, best run, spittin dum dum |
| Slugs at you thugs, y’all niggas don’t want none |
| The Gooch is back, the hold up man with deuce gat |
| (Blow up fam) You fold up fan, you’re fruit cat |
| Niggas gettin swoll up, plans for loose tracks |
| When I roll up fam (yeah nigga) produce scraps (kick in) |
| You know I’m all about the street dollars |
| Follow your trail and blaze niggas with +techs+ like 'Sheed Wallace |
| They say the streets talk and I ain’t hearin a word |
| Feet to the ground got my ear to the curb |
| Roll with niggas disappear in them burbs |
| Pop up appear with them birds, in darkness prepare you for worst |
| (Listen) — in other words stop talkin |
| I slim up your legs, curl up your hands, nigga you stop walkin |
| When the fifth stain leave shit stains off in |
| Your Pampers, get your shit bag changed often |
| You niggas soft and the fifth lift chains off often |
| Get your block chalked when the Glock start barkin |
| Who wanna get 'em up? |
| Nigga let’s get 'em up |
| Why the fuck they act like you know, and so we did 'em up |
| When the uz' bruise I serve crews, act like you know |
| Rude bwoy tryin to walk in these shoes |
| I ain’t impressed off dues with that bullshit, I pull quick |
| And y’all dumb hoes suck dick — she just a bitch |
| I hit the switch and peel out, and wheel out, throw up a (?) |
| I get shit, get get done with it, and so I get out |
| The smallest of my hustle so I floss off bones |
| Pay the cost of the death, watch you die when you step |
| Seven to ten niggas drop when they step |
| Don’t sweat the technique or get chin-checked |
| Pimpin never gave a fuck, Sigel Daz and Kurupt |
| Rosco, (??) you can’t bite my shit, it causes fiascoes |
| My rhymes is designed, drinkin tobasco |
| I’m dippin, rollin, that’s the way the (?) bowl |
| D.P.G.'s bowl, R.O.C. |
| soul |
| Controllin, foldin, suckers like envelopes |
| Rollin on hundred spokes, smokin on a pound of smoke |
| Dogg Pound Gangstaville, where the gangsters at |
| Sigel came to roll through and smoke us out |
| So what’s wrong with that? |
| Nigga, ha? |
| Yeah |
| Daz Dillinger, yo, the one-shotter |
| Shootin niggas down cause it’s nuttin |
| The first nigga to take off, nigga boulder boy |
| Yo, Kurupt Young Gotti, ha? |
| You know that nigga, that one nigga, set it off on ya |
| Pleezbelieveit ya bitch |
| I know bitches when I see a bitch and youse a bitch |
| And bitches get treated like bitches. |
| Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound nigga! |