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Why's Always Got to Be Run
Gucci Crew II
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Yo T, why it always gotta be run?
You know I'm good to go, for rockin' and roll
And when I'm on the mic, you know I take control
I'm here to seduce, and claim the juice
The king of MC, with rhymes to boost
I'm takin' the stand, and I'm one hell of a man
So what with the fans, and down with the clan
He bust the beat, to make you move your feet nice
And MC Tess, so please don't cheat
So will it in wild, don't crap my style
Sit for my ball, a golden child
I'm rockin' the mic, with rhymes galore
And I'ma even the score, so don't beg for more
Heaven can wait, 'cause I'm burnin' the fun
Yo T, why it always gotta be run?
Run, run, run, run, run (Gucci)
Run, run, run, run, run (Gucci)
Run, run, run, run, run (Gucci)
Run, run, run, run, run (Gucci)
Three on one, the MCs are stunned
And when the word is said, never as good as done
I'm a mastermind, I'm one of a kind
Suckers get dull, but I still shine
I'm black, and I'm proud, I say it out loud
My head is up high, I'm almost touching the clouds
Stackin' and move, packin' and groove
Round to the rough, but with a pen I smooth
I'm down with the clique, because my temper is quick
And the rhymes are thick, and my glue, they stick
I'm burnin' them seeds, in any degree
Keep your head in the book, M-A-A's and B's
I'm playin' the fun, but I ain't the one
Yo T, why it always gotta be run?
Run, run, run, run, run (Gucci)
Run, run, run, run, run (Gucci)
Run, run, run, run, run (Gucci)
Run, run, run, run, run (Gucci)
All major rules, keep calm and cool
Losing rhymes is too little to feel like ghouls
The crew is on fire because you waited too long
But now we're back to burn, we're keeping it strong
We're waiting for gold, since I was nine years old
Keep striving for more is what I'm always told
Now I'm leading the pack, and now the rhymes on track
The girl is a jopkin 'cause the money is stacked
I got my ace in the plate, controlling the base
And if the money is right, there'll be a smile on his face
I just can't compete, they feel the heat
Ain't a place in the time when we'll be glad to meet
Me to the words that I'm saying, my son, it's Gucci
So the hell with, run, run
Yo, Rick, show them how we do it, Miami style
Run, run, run, run, run (Gucci)
Run, run, run, run, run (Gucci)
Run, run, run, run, run (Gucci)
Run, run, run, run, run (Gucci)
Yo, this is no longer your house, boy
This is our house, Gucci house
So why don't you find you somewhere else to play, okay?
We finna take this Grammy, okay?
Boy
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