Copywrite - We Run This lyrics

[Intro]: They call this man Motamouth. They call this man Motamouth. They call this man Motamouth. They call this gentleman Motamouth because he has a motor in his mouth [Verse One] [Copywrite]: A lot of these dudes get on, put on arrogant acts, forget where they from Me? I go out of town, forget where I'm at Of course doors locked, never on they porch Always hearin' about some sh** that they said about me, just never from the source Most, be subliminal sh**, them and they boys get Don't hide a crackerjack, decoder rings for toys sh** Plus, I'm a pure blood, full Pitt You're a mix with a bull dog, and a Shih Tzu; bullsh** Leave them roaches in your borough dead, thoroughbred My main squeeze with horse weaves gives me through head With the, right hoe I might go for eternity Bust a nut like I'm psycho ward's security Jakki! [Jakki]: Da Motamouth and I ain't clowin' for sh** You f** around with me? I'mma f** around with your b**h Trained from birth not to give a f**, how could you trick? Hate the Earth, one fisticuff, your town's in a ditch Keep runnin' your mouth, you gon' give me twice the respect I know these n***as quit talkin' when a knife's to their neck Time for the best to spit when only demonic forces can see How can I Satan worship when Satan is worshiping me? f** with voodoo dolls and needles, talk sh** and you dead f** a weapon n***a, I'll k** you with a prick to the head The kid will say, "Black, he an a**hole" and it's true A n***a say I'm wack, beat his a**, you know he a fool [Hook] [Copywrite]: We run this, y'all run from us, Columbus O-Dot, who want it? "What you want?!" Who want it? C'mon We run this, y'all p**y, run on We run this, y'all run from us, Columbus O-Dot, who want it? "What you want?!" Who want it? C'mon We run this, y'all p**y, run on [Verse Two] [Jakki]: I'm as real as they come, I ain't scared of a soul If you a king, you gettin' sniped, I'm the heir to the throne This is my craft, beach MC get in my raft Beef with me can only be resolved by you kissin' my a** I'm talkin' to fools f** human beings, deity's If you in any of these categories, I'm talkin' to you So don't ask for, battle raps, such a demand Introducing a cat that'll slap the f** out his fan I hate rappers Many approach Any I toast, plenty I roast quick cause I'm spittin' my flame fast I'm sick of these lame ba*tards with my name in they mouth They close to home, give it back or I'm yanking it out your pie hole [Copywrite]: The C.O. pyro, I don't need no dial This hydro got me so I high I can see Ohio from Cairo Oh, and I brought my dude with me Not these fake f**s, he's one of the few still cool with me I Mean that with the deepest sincerity Eatin' chicken for a week and she'll be seekin' some therapy Since '91 when we first started, verse parted the sea ? leaving your church starting the keys We here now Sure y'all want games with Ohio Finest, minus Lebron James on stage No need to hand me that liquor To cut the breaks on all your candy act vigor And have you parking with a handicap sticker Ya b**hes [Hook] [Copywrite]: We run this, y'all run from us, Columbus O-Dot, who want it? "What you want?!" Who want it? C'mon We run this, y'all p**y, run on We run this, y'all run from us, Columbus O-Dot, who want it? "What you want?!" Who want it? C'mon We run this, y'all p**y, run on