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Omb Peezy - Run Tha Game Lyrics

[Chorus: Sherwood Marty]
I need a drop
And I'ma send them young niggas with bodies by the opps
You know that we don't ever do no talkin' to the cops
When we apply this pressure know this shit will never stop, yeah
This shit ain't a game
If you don't want no smoke you better stay up in your lane
Yeah, yeah, this shit ain't a game
If you don't want no smoke you better stay up in your lane
Bitch I run the game

[Verse 1: Sherwood Marty]
If you don't want no smoke you better stay up out the road
Keep your hand from by my chain when I'm rockin' out at shows
Don't call me tryna scold, lil bitch you know you told
I will never fold, I can't go against the code
They say I'm worth a lot, I stay with that bitch
And no that beef that ain't no game, I don't play with that shit
Just like a window and the glass, I'll spray me a bitch
And if I ever go broke then I'ma take me a hit, yeah, yeah
I'm with them goons
And I can't hit that club if I can't enter with that tool
You sure you wanna scrap, well pussy bitch you can get blues
And when you hit the floor we gon' sweep you like a broom
Bitch I'm with them goons
[Chorus: Sherwood Marty]
I need a drop
And I'ma send them young niggas with bodies by the opps
You know that we don't ever do no talkin' to the cops
When we apply this pressure know this shit will never stop, yeah
This shit ain't a game
If you don't want no smoke you better stay up in your lane
Yeah, yeah, this shit ain't a game
If you don't want no smoke you better stay up in your lane
(Bitch I run the game)

[Verse 2: OMB Peezy]
Shit ain't a game, boy stay in your lane, my lil nigga think about murder
You say that they speaking, I don't hear a thing, I don't got a lame in my circle
Ain't no fair fighting, put that on my name, we jumpin' niggas like a hurdle
Kidnap a nigga, they gon' find your body but hide your head like a turtle
Ain't no talkin' to the feds
Bitch keep callin', hit the red
I be only worried 'bout the bread
Pray with a pistol on the bed
Play with me, fill 'em up with lead
Young dirty nigga with the dreads
Learn how to go and get the money
Now a nigga's pockets stay fed
Yeah, fuck a cop
P.O. came to the school, I ran to the block
We applyin' pressure, bitch we got this shit on lock, yeah
I call Marty like my nigga I got the drop, yeah
[Chorus: Sherwood Marty]
I need a drop
And I'ma send them young niggas with bodies by the opps
You know that we don't ever do no talkin' to the cops
When we apply this pressure know this shit will never stop, yeah
This shit ain't a game
If you don't want no smoke you better stay up in your lane
Yeah, yeah, this shit ain't a game
If you don't want no smoke you better stay up in your lane
Bitch I run the game