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you better run - team guillotine lyrics

you better run lyrics
[verse 1: insane poetry]
you better run like you’re usain bolt
i ain’t talking ’bout weed when my crew bring smoke (bring smoke)
cause we’ll lay you down right where you’re standing
blamming the hand cannon got your quarterback scramming tryna dodge these bullets like avoiding a blitz
got a silencer on to suppress the noise on that b*tch yo
cause when she speaks (brraa) half of you motherf*ckers likely to be left in the streets under white sheets
you don’t want funk with us, cut it the f*ck out ‘fore we treat you like a fish and gut you thе f*ck out
with the circle saw and axe trеatment that’ll leave your back leaking
filleted in that region with your body displayed the back, body hanging off a meat hook
see look, tell me how the bottom of your feet look
cause i’m good with the tools, i am a.s.e. certified so the first to try gets burned alive

[chorus: jp tha hustler]
from the amp to the trunk
in the van with the pump
if you see me roll up, uh, you better run son
i’m the man with the funk
in the land of the drunk
if you see me raise up, uh, you better run son
from the amp to the trunk
in the van with the pump
if you see me roll up, uh, you better run son
i’m the man with the funk
in the land of the drunk
if you see me raise up, uh, you better run son
[verse 2: jp tha hustler]
stop mean mugging, seen thugging, looking like some tree*hugging
keep running, t**th gum and get yo ass beat something
like fifteens out of my trunk, gonna feel it fresh crew
and i dunk the funk in the panic zone, manic zone, catching one across the dome
hating, no debating, f*ck around and catch another one
i’m in the club to get f*cked tonight
if you hating on my game i’ma f*ck yo life
and it ain’t no spite, no l on me
but if you talking ’bout music then it’s lsp
ain’t no fail in me, staying on my job
and there’s so much winning put it on my squad
put it on that squap, we can fist to cuff or just chill and get buzzed homie pass a puff
i just run run run can’t stand the rain
and peoples for my people gonna feel the pain

[chorus: jp tha hustler]
from the amp to the trunk
in the van with the pump
if you see me roll up, uh, you better run son
i’m the man with the funk
in the land of the drunk
if you see me raise up, uh, you better run son
from the amp to the trunk
in the van with the pump
if you see me roll up, uh, you better run son
i’m the man with the funk
in the land of the drunk
if you see me raise up, uh, you better run son
[verse 3: nekro g]
better run son, huh
i’m coming up on your funds
saw my shock, you light blunts making your lungs numb
catch me in the ring punk, get cut like an onion
got a big axe to swing bruh, i’m paul bunyan
i was buzzing cousin, hid my drunkness with glasses
swerving in the burbs hitting curbs and the trash cans
but that’s past tense and i’m back on this bat sh*t
coming to your address face flattened, a d*mn mess, yes
better run dude like you f*cked a dudes wife
and he just came home with a gun and a knife right
you better run son this dork ain’t fast enough
stick a fork in the port then your ass is lunch
you punch and drop b*tch sh*t
i’m chucking hands, hit l!cks and never stop
and heard you got a hundred grand
sucker pull this out and c*ck it now, f*cking dance
then run your f*cking pockets and do the running man

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