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Yeah, everyone 'bout to open this shit up Everyone, open this fucking shit up Yeah, Constantine Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast, mothafucka Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast, mothafucka Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka This that ground zero music, sit and listen to it This the children of the sewer, finally winnin' music This confessions of a lord, I've been sinnin' music The rap book is my Bible, just repent through it I jump in the whip and say ooh, it's my shit and I tell em to turn it up Jump in the pit and start moshing the shit and I tell em to run it up This is Mr. Trap Lord, I'ma go until the sun is up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up SongtexteRun til I fuck it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Fuck that shit, we get turnt til the sun is up All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast, mothafucka Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast, mothafucka (hahahahahahahaha) Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka (Remy Ma) And it's 0-1, now, run it up Got my face beat, hair done it up I go bad on em, drop bags on 'em Got a tab, bitch; tell 'em run it up I spaz on 'em, I gun 'em up Said I'm too smart, gotta dumb it up Dead in the middle of Little Italy They ain't know Remy really could just Pun it up On IG, you thumb it up But in real life, you bum it up You're on nothin', you so frontin' You Joe Budden, you pump it up See, these hoes be luckin' up Try to be down, they suckin' up I go nuts, I mean peak on Turn the beat on and I fuck it up The bar's low, I brung it up And y'all hoes just stunk it up I been one, you been done You been shoulda just hung it up You was hatin' when I was comin' up You fake bitch, you need to woman up You a wack bitch, you a rat bitch And I'm that bitch, just to sum it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Fuck that shit, we get turnt til the sun is up All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast, mothafucka Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast, mothafucka Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka Yeah Threw it through the ceiling, threw a nigga off the pillar Now I killed him, they ain't never found out Fuck what you feelin', Trap Lord in the building With the lords and they with it right now Pull up on them niggas like skrrt in a Merc And I jerked see the bad man comin' Talkin for niggas saved up and the pump had the rest of them bad boys runnin' Jump if you ready to fuck this shit up and get left [?] if you thuggin' Jump if you ready to fuck a nigga up cause he come for nigga all for nothin' There's some children down a holy thang and they let it bang cause you frontin' Jump cause I'm feelin' like I'm the illest nigga, I'm the trillest and I love it Push the Benz like it's nothing, whoo Versace lens like it's nothing, whoo Fuck your tears like it's nothing, whoo Fuck a friend like it's nothing, whoo Bitches really like it nothing, whoo Suck them titties like it's nothing, whoo Raise the bottle like it now, ooh Turn the bottle like it now, ooh Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Fuck that shit, we get turnt til the sun is up All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast, mothafucka Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast, mothafucka Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka Aus Songtexte Mania