Run The Line Lyrics - Singles - Peanut Butter Wolf

Yo I tell you niggas what 

You better stay home and lay your ass in the cut 

I'm goin' for heads, lay you for dead, foldin' emcees like bedspread 

And you ain't had this much milk since you was breastfed 

Galleons on courts for sports, I bust bubbles on the double 

Destroyin' these fools who wanna give me trouble 

Ball with stuffle, six feet, women be lovin' it 

Brothers be thinkin o' stickin' but I be shovin' it 

Ready, unload with fat tracks from lootkids 

Doin' my thang since 16 in '86 

Hey yo, sayin' that the West ain't it 

Nigga, I'll smack you in your mouth for that shit 

Let me show you what I claim, I'm doin' my thang 

But everybody out in Cali don't gangbang 

You better open up them mic's and get out my face 

Give me some space, better break out them old Nikes 

You better run for the crib 'cause run in your jigs 

I'll send you home with a broke back and cracked whig 

Microphone's in control, so ready explode 

Motherfuckers need to punch up the flexcode 

Run the line 

Run the line 

Run the line 

Run the line 

Run the line 

Run the line 

Run the line 

Heaven forbid, I rip kids, get they face blown 

Bring 'em in packs, and I could rip 'em by the caseload 

Ready explode on contact for that contract 

Flash these lyrics and ready for mic-combat 

Who wanna step to get a rep playin' double jet 

Me and my man be on these tracks at the inner sect 

Mass confuse, hit your fellas off with bad news 

Tell 'em you tried but I just blew you out your damn shoes 

Here's this mic, you can praise it if you need to 

Should've been there when your brother really needed you 

It's too late, had to blast off like 38's 

Food for thought but don't be eatin' of no dirty plates 

I keep it clean and always on the uppernut 

Nigga, you soft and your rhymes need the toughin'-up 

No gun chatter on the platter 'cause it doesn't matter 

Me and the Wolf collaborate just to make it fatter 

You better scatter like the roaches with the lights on 

I tell these niggas don't you bother turn them mics on 

Goin' deep like quarterbacks on they long throw 

And Time Waits For No Man label Stones Throw 

The LP, in '97 you'll be seein' me 

Gradual shots to your nut got you seein' three 

I'm runnin' rhymes while the clock is steady runnin' time 

Crab emcees get in your block to start run in lines 

Run the line 

Run the line 

Run the line 

Run the line 

Run the line 

Run the line 

Run the line 

Comin' in thirst, brothers shouldn't say another word 

Kickin' your rhymes but they was verses already heard 

Give me respect, it be the Ras with the triple threat 

Smash eject, 'cause already know what's comin' next 

So I predict that all these brothers goin' to be ridin' dicks 

Break out the axe because it's time that you get 86 

Playin' these scrubs in nightclubs like they legendary 

I'm first class and everybody else is secondary 

But don't you worry, all these brothers got your vision blurry 

Ready to fix your cateracts with the fattest tracks 

Keep it intact with screws, roll with tight tools 

And now you missin' and your face is on tonight's news 

So pay your dues, don't nobody make it overnight 

You heard the singleand you thought that it was overwrite 

No, 'cause I can do it to you every time 

Me and Peanut Butter Wolf gotta run 'em lines 

Run the line 

Run the line 

Run the line 

Run the line 

Run the line 

Run the line 

Run the line