| Yeah… who run it?
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeh yep yep!
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| Who run it?
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| Who run it?
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| Turn the beat up a little more
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| Who run it? |
| O, fa' sho, pit any rapper against me
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| In they chest I blow a motherfuckin hole
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| Flow sorta like slow draggin the blunt smoke
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| Inhale then blow out O’s of nostrils
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| God I mastered the art of this, smashin you novices
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| I tell you what the problem is, Mush equal dominance
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| You gonorrhea, need a shot of penicillin in your rear
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| Niggas ain’t, burnin SHIT over here
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| Trust me, you need more than balls to be boss over
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| Toss over your name is mud homes your reign’s over
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| Drunk flow at the same time sober
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| A-Side cobra, B-Side squeeze like a boa (pour wine)
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| 'Til my gettin A display run on
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| 'Bout to make Miles drop it or I make history
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| It’s this day I take a step up to legendary
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| Never mind the rest, O.C.'s very necessary
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| poet teacher
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| Who run it?
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| Uhh, yo
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| You feel it’s weak what I say, hey tough titty
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| Mush must admit he prove a point in a New York minute
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| Still mentionin my name, still in the trench of the game
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| Still do a joint venture if they give a offer pay it
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| Thought orbit like a rocket O sittin in the cockpit
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| Me plus poetry finesse equal profits
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| Invadin your metropolis, Doc Octopus with shades
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| Eight bars times two, who gon' stop this?
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| My sixth day laid back, at the same time
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| Address it whether on ProTools or ADAT
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| Any doubts towards me bet yo' ass I change that
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| Pen or sword I trace a O on your frame black
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| ASAP to my benefit I feed off the ridicule
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| He cop to spit at you, he 'bout to get at you
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| Tough talk turn tame now duke’s political
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| It’s funny how, steel turn the bold to the beautiful
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| Who run it?
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| poet teacher
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| Who run it?
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| Who run it?
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| Yo, all aboard train 'bout to leave the platform
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| Fans ask for him, many trips overseas just to rap for 'em
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| So many rappers in the battle got they ass torn
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| Very few admit they’ve partaken in my crash course
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| At last the underground king once more
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| Will induce labor able for a son or daughter born
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| O brought many along this road yellow brick
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| Nowadays generation don’t recognize SHIT
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| Third lung carry second wind, no mistake or punch
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| A crack in my voicebox locks on point
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| Think it write it spit it got it with the rhythm in sync
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| Failsafe raps fire when horsetowns I trailblaze
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| Sick with it, lyrics lick with acid
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| Shapely tasteful bad like Angela Bassett
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| Pass that lit, inebriated and hand that
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| Soon available on vinyl, CD and cassette |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who Run It? , by - O.C.. Song from the album Starchild, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп