EST Gee Run N 2 Me Lyrics, Run N 2 Me Lyrics by EST Gee
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Take a nigga dream, chase him down
Saying you gon’ take this, nah take which
Take switch, anyone you touch gon’ come with eight blicks
Eight ripped shirts for the same cliques
Niggas can’t get up with me they don’t take the same risks
While a nigga raps trap, loathes me and takes hits
Marjorie ain’t racist
I walk right in rows, you are not them with them poles
With us nigga you might have froze
And these reds on steel, get caught I’m poppin’
Be a free kill
I’m taking niggas’ dreams, you chase ’em down
I feel like Meek Mill
They can tell you how that RIP feel
High beam for a body
He died you ain’t slide, you cried and hung your shirt up in the closet
And 55 don dada chopper on me talkin’ a barber
It’s loyalty and honor through whatever you know I got ’em
Avoidin’ beef with shiners like they do not know who shotta
Won’t be a problem, I drop this dope it don’t sink to the bottom
Can’t teach you how to beat the street the stress might kill yo mama
He rep like he did something to me
Where’s he we stretch his partner
He rep like he did something to me
Where’s he we stretch his partner
I’m just on the phone with Cada and he prayin’ I won’t take long
Ride ’round with this K I get to hummin’ like it’s Trey Songz
I be on my dick as long as I give them som’n to hate on
Slidin’ all night long, you better have your pipe on
You and you bump into me, I make no exceptions
I wish death on all my enemies
In loving memory I bet they gon’ remember me
You better have your pipe on you when you bump into me
You should’ve bulletproofed that Trackhawk
Whole family cryin’ they think it’s my fault
Partner called a body hit the bunk and went and jacked off
He don’t want a bun, pay the lawyer he gon’ beat it
Smoke in the city, niggas know that I ain’t sleepin’
I’m like 65 mil up and still ain’t put the steel up
Know this nigga bitch he know it too and he still actin’ tough
Take his ass to surgery, get that boy a tummy tuck
Better have your pipe when you see me, nigga you know what’s up (forreal)
I got a different mindset
See my enemy still posting, I’m like “why he ain’t die yet”
I’m a different type of nigga you know you can’t find that
Gee my partner, he a boss, and you know you can’t sign that
I’m just on the phone with Cada and he prayin’ I won’t take long
Ride ’round with this K I get to hummin’ like it’s Trey Songz
I be on my dick as long as I give them som’n to hate on
Slidin’ all night long, you better have your pipe on
You and you bump into me, I make no exceptions
I wish death on all my enemies
In loving memory I bet they gon’ remember me
You better have your pipe on you when you bump into me
Written by; EST Gee
Album/EP; Bigger Than Life Or Death