Run Yo Shit Lyrics - Broken Silence - Foxy Brown

What the fuck is this? 

This is outrageous 

That's some Mario Brothers shit 

I come to the studio drunk already 

That's how I does it 

It's nothing 

We got your back Fox 

Fuck these bullshit niggas 

These bullshit bitches 

They don't really want beef 

Fox Brown shit, CNN shit 

That Brooklyn shit, that Queens shit 

Def Jam shit, mother fucker 

Run yo shit niggas 

Izl nizl shizl 

Run yo shit bitches 

Izl my nizl 

Run yo shit niggas 

Izl nizl shizl 

Run yo shit bitches 

Izl my nizl 

Yo who the most grimey gangsta nigga in rap 

And got chicks like "Damn Nore, got all that?" 

It's Star Trek yo, the unholy 

Your hockey fights with the goalie 

NO, its rap's new Masitoly 

Yo I keep static and my guns is spasmatic 

I push niggas, watch me just mush these faggots 

If I keep it gangsta, it's gon' make us all rich 

And I stay fucking with Fox cause that's that bitch 

Old fashion, mob style, flash no loot 

And I don't even get dressed for a video shoot 

But I be hoppin' out of Benzes with slippers on 

Two bitches, gettin' my Jack Tripper on 

Yo Jose, gunplay Artie Clay 

Capone bought a house like an hour away 

A yo I done my shit, I son yo shit 

Don't let me pull a gun and just run yo shit 

Run yo shit niggas 

Izl nizl shizl 

Run yo shit bitches 

Izl my nizl 

Run yo shit niggas 

Izl nizl shizl 

Run yo shit bitches 

Izl my nizl 

For that money or that light gray 

My niggas PA with AK from Queens to BK nigga 

From the Stuy to the pub in the Bridge 

Who the fluck want what? 

Put one in their rib 

I'm solo, niggas take Fox for joke 

Like I won't spaz off and bring it to folks 

We want that straight raw, anti up my nigga 

Snatch ya yae, steal your base like Derek Jeter 

I don't need to rob niggas 

I pay niggas that rob niggas to rob niggas 

Tell me what y'all need 

Sell it back half price, nigga holla at Fox 

Young broad go around in them custom drops 

And it's nothing to grab the nines and spit at ya 

Bare broke, to roll your stones like Mick Jagger 

Hot chrome properly to your dome 

If the beef on [incomprehensible] 

Run yo shit niggas 

Izl nizl shizl 

Run yo shit bitches 

Izl my nizl 

Run yo shit niggas 

Izl nizl shizl 

Run yo shit bitches 

Izl my nizl 

Yo niggas claim they high rollers 

Cheddar chasin' my federation 

Dedication to the street, crazy court casin' 

Three strike loser, life facin', Chyna white lacin' 

Marksman, Bumpy Johnson 

Capone Of Arc, a lone shark 

Tinted Z3's, you either in it for the love 

A thug for the cheese 

My crew maxin', June Jacksons, 

Free of taxes baby cream pediatrics 

Flyest nigga bitches give it up to the highest bidder 

Holdin' brigets, the more ice, the more sex 

I'm Meyer Lansky of the projects, Fox's 'Charlotte O'Neil' 

Nore's hoes they Star Tek 

Creep when my squad rest, more or less 

I'll have your family dressed 

Niggas eulogizing part of your vest 

I run with gunners and smokers 

I'm a bad influence to bitches with kids 

Have 'em in the hood, gun in their stroller 

Run yo shit niggas 

Izl nizl shizl 

Run yo shit bitches 

Izl my nizl 

Run yo shit niggas 

Izl nizl shizl 

Run yo shit bitches 

Izl my nizl 

Izl nizl shizl 

Izl my nizl 

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