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Run It
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Old School Rap
Run It was released on May 12, 2017 by Ground Work / NSR as a part of the album Nick Wiz Presents: Cellar Sounds, Vol. 5: 1992-1998
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Release DateMay 12, 2017
LabelGround Work / NSR
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Emskee
Emskee
Performer
Nick Wiz
Nick Wiz
Sampler
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Loizides
Nick Loizides
Songwriter
Marc Smith
Marc Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Wiz
Nick Wiz
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, back in '90, '91, I bust a joint about record labels
It was type hot but The GZA came out with that in '95, you know
So my joint was made null and void
It's '96, so I gotta take brothers to the hole and dunk on 'em
Like Shawn Kemp on Dennis Rodman
That dick-in-your-face type shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo
Yo, who wanna ball with the M? Yo
Who wanna ball with the M-Ski, lyrically?
Yo, who wanna ball with the M? Yo
Who wanna ball with the M-Ski, lyrically?
Yo, who wanna ball with the M? Yo
Who wanna ball with the M-Ski, lyrically?
Yo, who wanna ball with the M? Yo
Who wanna ball with the M-Ski, lyrically?
My **** Nick's shit is bangin' New York style
It's hot like the Miami Heat, so I bless the beats
I'm a raptor, I mean a rapper
Built to last like a warrior because I got the Golden State of mind
I get mine 'cause I got flow without the Magic
From here to Orlando, then out to Sacramento
Yo, I don't wanna be king
I'm a grizzly, kid, doin' my thing
And I'm makin' maneuvers
I'm tryin' to expand live shit to Vancouver
So I can get the nuggets from Denver that the hookers remember
In Minnesota, they got the timberwolf bitches that bark the M
Similar to the ones in Atlanta, swingin' on my banana
They need to see the Pacers, yo, in Indiana
To make shit clear like the Cleveland Cavaliers
I rock it in Houston and I get the big bucks
For the way I talk, B, I'm paid in Milwaukee
And sun shinin' in the Phoenix vicinity
I live in New Jersey, so I'm catchin' wreck lovely
Without the Nets, shootin' Gift like Bulets
From here to Washington, D.C., gettin' busy (Come here)
My flow's not Chicago Bulls
I got pull and push like a piston
And dig in like a spur in Detroit
My bad, yo, I meant San Antonio
The place where they had the fuckin' Alamo
Everywhere I go, I'm stingin' shit like a hornet
And all the underground heads are up on it
Down to Charlotte and out to Utah
I lay back like Jazz and count cash
I gotta keep blazin' trails, though, I gotta stay thorough
That's how you get the dough and the fine hoes
I wanna see the green like the Celtics in Boston
And live in a palace out in Dallas
I gotta keep my phonics tight and supersonic like Seattle
In case there's a battle brought to me
But who could be that bold and silly?
I smack you back to '76 and that brother-lovin' Philly
I'm cuttin' loser **** off like the Clippers out in L.A
They lovin' the taste of last place
I'm a move-maker, I'm Showtime like the Lakers
And I love to run a dunk in your face
Yo, who wanna ball with the M? Yo
Who wanna ball with the M-Ski, lyrically?
Yo, who wanna ball with the M? Yo
Who wanna ball with the M-Ski, lyrically?
Yo, who wanna ball with the M? Yo
Who wanna ball with the M-Ski, lyrically?
Yo, who wanna ball with the M? Yo
Who wanna ball with the M-Ski, lyrically?
Written by: Marc Smith, Nick Loizides
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