Run Run Run by Tim Dog Lyrics
[Tim Dog ad lib]
Fuck you come in my face for talking about you wanna battle?
You really wanna battle mother fucker?
How much money you got in your pocket nigga?
Two hundred dollars?
That ain't enough nigga
Get your rent money nigga
Steal you mom's jewelry nigga
Sell your car nigga
Take your clothes off
Get naked right now nigga
You wanna battle get free get naked
I'm a fifteen year mother fucking veteran nigga
Get naked right now nigga
Spit your gun nigga
Do it, do it nigga
Spit your gun, spit, spit
[Chorus x2]
Run run run with your little gun
You can't do me
You can't do me none (Nah)
I kill mother fuckers like you just for fun
So bust your gun nigga
Bust your gun
[Verse 1]
Spit fire
But I warn you, you'll retire
I ain't Kanye West
I'll put your face through the wire
Niggas fucking with D.O
Me the C.O
Or P.O
A peon for thinking you could go against me son
I battle niggas like a Nissan that's got a Mach5
That's a jet plane engine
See don
I tell you, you can't fuck with me son
All the shit that I had mentioned
I'm well beyond your comprehension
Oh now you feel the tension and you wanna flow
Well, that was my baby verse
So let yours go
[Chorus]
Run run run with your little gun
You can't do me
You can't do me none
I kill mother fuckers like you just for fun
So bust your gun nigga
Bust your gun
[Verse 2]
I'm pragmatic when it comes to static
Put so many heads to bed niggas call me Mr. Craftmatic
(?)finger on the automatic
Listen to you cop a plea
Before I catch a plane
I'll let your fucking brain have it
Come one nigga or come all
Pissed on niggas like (?)
Got big balls
You don't cause them small
Smoke so many niggas they claim me mental
Jump on the mic and scream out "Yes y'all!"
Ready to bless y'all
Ready to test y'all
Aim for the face no need for a vest y'all
I must confess to the crime
Yo, give me life
Cause I murder MC's on the mic
Do what the fuck I like
Give dick to your bitch every night
Get head when the pussy ain't right
Mother fuckers want to be Tim Dog
Nigga not tonight
[Chorus]
Run run run with your little gun
You can't do me
You can't do me none
I kill mother fuckers like you just for fun
So bust your gun nigga
Bust your gun
Fuck you come in my face for talking about you wanna battle?
You really wanna battle mother fucker?
How much money you got in your pocket nigga?
Two hundred dollars?
That ain't enough nigga
Get your rent money nigga
Steal you mom's jewelry nigga
Sell your car nigga
Take your clothes off
Get naked right now nigga
You wanna battle get free get naked
I'm a fifteen year mother fucking veteran nigga
Get naked right now nigga
Spit your gun nigga
Do it, do it nigga
Spit your gun, spit, spit
[Chorus x2]
Run run run with your little gun
You can't do me
You can't do me none (Nah)
I kill mother fuckers like you just for fun
So bust your gun nigga
Bust your gun
[Verse 1]
Spit fire
But I warn you, you'll retire
I ain't Kanye West
I'll put your face through the wire
Niggas fucking with D.O
Me the C.O
Or P.O
A peon for thinking you could go against me son
I battle niggas like a Nissan that's got a Mach5
That's a jet plane engine
See don
I tell you, you can't fuck with me son
All the shit that I had mentioned
I'm well beyond your comprehension
Oh now you feel the tension and you wanna flow
Well, that was my baby verse
So let yours go
[Chorus]
Run run run with your little gun
You can't do me
You can't do me none
I kill mother fuckers like you just for fun
So bust your gun nigga
Bust your gun
[Verse 2]
I'm pragmatic when it comes to static
Put so many heads to bed niggas call me Mr. Craftmatic
(?)finger on the automatic
Listen to you cop a plea
Before I catch a plane
I'll let your fucking brain have it
Come one nigga or come all
Pissed on niggas like (?)
Got big balls
You don't cause them small
Smoke so many niggas they claim me mental
Jump on the mic and scream out "Yes y'all!"
Ready to bless y'all
Ready to test y'all
Aim for the face no need for a vest y'all
I must confess to the crime
Yo, give me life
Cause I murder MC's on the mic
Do what the fuck I like
Give dick to your bitch every night
Get head when the pussy ain't right
Mother fuckers want to be Tim Dog
Nigga not tonight
[Chorus]
Run run run with your little gun
You can't do me
You can't do me none
I kill mother fuckers like you just for fun
So bust your gun nigga
Bust your gun