Run Up Lyrics - After Taxes - Sheek Louch

This beat is to be used, violently - weapons not included 

(Sheek Louch) 

Double platinum never; still on the grind though 

Playin my position, watchin behind though 

D-Block'd out, must I remind yo 

Benjamins walk with me, two guns y'all can see 

Money pile, wild out, nigga who want what 

Every year it's somethin new for you to shake your butt 

Get on yo' strut, you feelin me soldier? 

Ten hun (ten hut) ten years strong, the record is long 

Coulda been a lil' richer if I rocked a thong 

Anyway; the Coupe is gray 

Sheek startin to get hot in the hood like the month of May 

My dog tags tangle, white tee on 

Paul Wall bottoms, big Jacob bangle 

One dutch of evil and piney 

Matter fact, gimme some 'gnac and I'ma chase that with a Heine' 

And make sure you pour some for my thugs behind me (yeah) 

(Chorus 2X: Styles) 

Hustle 'til the sun up (run up) 

Keep comin 'til you come up (run up) 

E'rybody keep your gun up (run up, run up, run up, run up, run up) 

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(Styles) 

Run up you gon' die like the beeper call 

Dawg this is Styles, I ain't Nas but I "Ether" y'all 

You should hide when you see that ride creep along 

Cause it's on when the doors open - shut his lights out 

He got his mans, but I'm fuckin get 'em all coffins 

Lil' niggaz is now mine they swallow the barrel find it 

Bet that'll open 'em up (I bet) 

And they all act tough, 'til you pokin 'em up 

Nigga - run up like you came for a marathon 

Body's in the suitcase, head's in the carry-on (ha ha) 

You food to a real nigga, rude with the steel nigga 

Give a fuck; you shoulda chilled nigga (you shoulda chilled) 

All I know is puttin in work 

Get the new M-5, nigga put in the work 

Crack a vanilla dutch, nigga put in the earth 

Run up I keep the gun up, get put in the earth - what? 

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(Chorus) 

(Sheek Louch) 

M-6 revvin, all black on the cell phone 

And all that like I'm talkin to Devon (Knight Rider) 

Shorty wanna hang out of the car (uh-huh) 

Yellin out money ain't a thang, holdin up a mayonnaise jar 

of that stick-ickalous, ridiculous 

Comin down Harlem, foggin up the whole St. Nickalous (yeah) 

Red monkies on them pretty things 

Wipin off ash, showin Scado my Diddy things 

Pay attention (yeah) gon' miss if I squench in 

Just us bein there is causin tension 

No beef, no wreath nece', it get real messy 

Pull a rifle on you boys like Uncle Jesse 

I'm Sheek baby girl, one third of the LOX 

Put you in the mink and out of the fox 

Added a Honda into the box 

Earring holes is stretched from the size of the rocks 

Let's go 

(Chorus)