Rampage - Run for Cover lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, mothaf**as want to talk sh**.. in the muthaf**ing room I got something for your motherf**ing a**...check it out [Rampage] Rampage i'm coming express through your chest In the Lex-GS, stop talking BS My watch is still flooded 850 for the budget Im Rugged, cats get gutted, rhyme then stab Send their rusty a** straight to the lab You's a crab, I take mines off the top like Fab Hit you with a jab for the 98 Number one in billboard with the triangle shape Flipmode on every mix tape, watch you cats get scrape Rampage Alexander the great WHAT [Chorus: Rampage] n***as run for cover 'fore its too late WHAT You know we got it locked way out of state WHAT [Rah Digga] Now whose the chick to come ice the cake Where the f** all y'all on my licence plate (Aight) sh**tin on n***as done got a rap b**h fiending (fiending) Celine type creaming (creaming) Make them rappers poof like them crackers did Keenen Meaning I run that, Waiting on mine like im the LL comeback Corny a** crawled out some hole Now you souped cuz you slithered up the todem pole Flipmode Squad affiliate of Time-Warner Send all you f**s back to decorate the corner [Chorus] [Spliff Star] Now Baby Sham take the safety off hold [Baby Sham] There's alot of fake cats that jump in their mans Rolls Come to my show with these fake wallos Turqoise hid invoiced with plans to blow See me backstage with the gauge upholds my pants leg Hand made suits contracts is in the briefcase Life Negotiate so when I split these pies Im f**ing your dime Flow for Flow batteling rhymes Talking some crime Now I gotta split your time (what what) Get your sh** pushed back like these seats recline (yeah) [Chorus] [Spliff Star] Sliff Star throw on my scully tipping my brim (uh huh) Stand on the Street corner scuffing up my Timbs Take off my jacket Pack the four fith cause a racket (thats right) Freaky n***a Jimmy Swaggart (wha) k** a f**a n***as had it (ha) Contradiction Crucifiction False Leadership Richard Nixon Bouncing and switching the lanes all up in the Range Heres a fifty for twenty dollars of gas gimme my change! [Chorus] 2x [Lord Have Mercy] Hey its the worlds famous international Sinner irrational (ha) n***a who dance with wolves (*wolf howl*) Masterful bash skulls Crack axles peel out in black fords (*tire screech*) Splatter brains on dashboards Start anthrax wars See's cast like task force die on a cross (ha) July 4th blow your hands off (Blaaoow!) Special delivery Jam cause with ghetto misery when im k**abrese of canine Last name heard it through the grapevine k**ing your blood millineum bug United States divide with hate crimes Roll snake eyes In the concrete jungle of hell While Lord Have stays Super like the son of Jor-el [Rampage] WHAT You know we got it locked way out of state WHAT Better Run for cover for its too late WHAT You know we got it locked way out of state WHAT [Busta Rhymes] I be the last n***a The quick to bust your a** n***as Do anything in this world to get the cash n***as I might even get mad and even slash a n***a Rob them and get away in a car and crash, n***a Whats the world gonna do when I drop the smash n***a Iron all in your face dont make me pull the trigga Another reason for me to have to poor my own swigga Thought I was posing for word up but a fed took my picture Surgeon general I represent the underneath They Ask My n***a Keith The worlds greatest f**ing thief Brick layer hardcore smash your front teeth n***as is wilding it straight giving their mother mad grief Rob a n***a strip him down leave him in his briefs Do so much dirt the priest asked me to turn another leaf Made the priest flip change his whole belief Started wildin in the club with them n***as starting beef Act fool