Runnin' - Royce 5'9

This how it goes down in the hood that you can’t stay

I’ll invite a nigga over then make him leave in the same day

Can you meet her?

I’m talkin bout a chick wit a Coke bottle figure but never the 2-liter

Whatever you choose, especially you

Definitely I rhyme better than who rhymes better than you!

Cause this is your sire, I spit in the fire

Thinkin that I’m fittin to retire?

Ah-hah!

The home of the willest, I’m only the illest

I only’ll steal it, phony-est niggaz’ll feel it, c’mon widdit

But when the battle is through

It’s all-out «Jerry Springer» every arena, I’m on the panel, too

Spit shit for my peeps, shit for the Jeeps

(Stick up, stick up) Strange pick-ups, brains hittin your feet

Stained in ya mayn, listen, change in dissin

(And recognize) You MC’s, nothin;

you leave with nothin

(And recognize) Fuck it, hold on I hear somebody comin

Can’t keep comin around me baby

Make my girls say (OHHHH!)

Can’t keep running awayyyy

Give it to me now (RUN)

You can’t leave, you can’t breathe, you can’t sleep

Hearts beat’s goin — bu-bu-b-b-BUMP!

(It's like) Precious comin, can’t turn your back from it And your heart keeps drummin — bu-bu-b-b-BUMP!

See deep, see the world from beneath

And all you hear is that beat — bu-bu-b-b-BUMP!

(YO!) Evictions (YO!) enrichment (YO!)

Contentment — bu-bu-b-b-BUMP!

(YO! YO!)

(Cha Cha)

Yeah, then after THAT I just thu-thu-th-thump, for fun

I’m COCKIN b