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INTRO (Da Run Down)
Hip-Hop/Rap
INTRO (Da Run Down) è stato pubblicato il 9 luglio 2024 da Goin Major Records come parte dell'album Street Raised
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Data di uscita9 luglio 2024
EtichettaGoin Major Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM77

Video musicale

Video musicale

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominic Spigner
Dominic Spigner
Songwriter

Testi

Yo, G! You know him
It's cool, it's cool, it's cool
Hold on, hold on. I know him. He's cool, he's cool. He's all right
Yeah, yeah. How you feeling? G Money, my man
What's up with your man
Pat him down
Pat him down
Oh it's like that
Word
Yo man, what the fuck is this, man? What's up, man
What the fuck is up is I don't know you. That's what's up
Now, I know you're supposed to be my man's new contact, but I don't trust you
So since you interrupting my game, get the fuck out
You ain't even got to be..
Mr. Money, will you please escort Mr. Washington off the court
Take him down the block
And if this dreadlocked bumble-ras even blinks wrong, you lullaby
Hitman on the beat. I take hits for cheap
This is a Hitman production
Yeah
Now, I done been a lot of things, but I ain't never been pussy
Run up on me, if you want they'll find me in central booking
Catch you slipping, then I got you keep your head on a swivel
Look both ways 4 you come outside, or get hit wit dat missile
Been a soldier since a youngin', always slept with that burner
Ask my mama, since auh jit, I never cared about nothin'
Eleven at the police station, but I never wrote statements
Didn't knew what real was, still I kept it one 80
My strap ain't never on safety
Keep it close cuz dey hate me, got a temper, shoot you for nothin'
So please don't try to play me, see I was born in the 80s
Raised up in the 90s, trapped it out in the thousands
When the dope game, been grimy', now I got jam for distribution
Question hard for a shooting
Did my time for selling blow didn't fold
Keep it movin', I swear my life is like a movie
Every day is a newbie, smokers geeking, fiends tweaking
But that molly auh doozie
Youngin' playin' with them sticks
Got glocks with them dicks
If you cross or a play em wrong, know they shootin' some shit
Some gooked out on tht molly
Dat just make em more violent
For auh gram, I get you gone, if I think its auh problem
I stay in my own lane, so don't swerve on my street
I got lev, my youngins love ta cook up some beef
Plus your old lady, love a ****, I might make her my piece
And have her digging in your stash, bringin' racks back to me
Been a thoroughbred ****, got no time for no hating
Think I'm playin' with a iron
I send you to your maker, you say Pac your favorite rapper
I'll send you to meet em play wit da mobb
If you wanna , you'll get chopped up in pieces
Ain't no Reese's you bleeding
Kill a snitch **** season, cause snitching done got out of hand
And don't deserve to be breathing
Written by: Dominic Spigner
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