I’m runnin', runnin' through the jungle
runnin' like a slave through the underground tunnel
told y'all niggas better get these bitches
cause i spit till my lips need 16 stitches
uh. i am, lyrical intrusion,
you bitches can’t see me like i’m really an illusion
i hop upon your face and do my motherfucking twostep
till i knock the meat out like a motherfucking toothpick
uh, i’m nasty nigga, like nas, like kim, like cassie bitches
like i’m fucking chris dope or that raspy nigga
or the skin on the feet of a ashy nigga
i am, whatever they say i am
bumpin' like the asses on them thick bitches at stadiums
fuck them other bitches i sound better in the place of them
i kill this shit this the motherfucking requiem
sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face
comes from overseas like a motherfucking crusade
crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurts
rooftop, brooklyn, made this shit in covert
i run new york, i run new york
uh, i run far away from here bitches gonna miss me like they miss they momma dear ya'll a bunch of bitches getting plastic just for nothing let me burn ya ass up and the put you some dirt.
im sorry but imma take ya ass to hell now runnin' my bitches and you niggas so quir now.
i love it when these bitches know i don't worship them cause i don't here not a song or a verse from 'em. my desire in the mist of the dream round niggas and i spit eating all these rap ass bitches and you niggas i sit with a big dick nigga and you niggas illitrate like some fucking slow bitches no mercy im bad and all you can catch me out in va on way to ny yeah i see you don't speak bitch you.
sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face
comes from overseas like a motherfucking crusade
crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurts
rooftop, brooklyn, made this shit in covert.
i run new york,
i run new york,
i run new york,
i run new york.
i’m lyrical criminal general
take shots, but never subliminal
don’t stop, forever continual
runnin' and runnin' but never in intervals
can't even stomach the shit that i'm gonna do
ya'll niggas run with the shit that i'm givin' you
if you front, i’m gonn put and end to you
i’m like scorpion, bitch i will finish you
make it nasty, real, real nasty
swear you bitches runnin' like you will get past me
won’t happen, you bitches could get on, when i’m off it
try to cross me now, you be gone in a coffin
it’s just me, myself and i
talk tough shit and i’ma beat you till you die
ask why, because i’m better than you’ll ever be
that’s why shit make your shit seems lighter than heavy d
sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face
comes from overseas like a motherfucking crusade
crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurts
rooftop, brooklyn, made this shit and cover
i run new york,
i run new york,
i run new york,
i run new york.