Run It (1996) Songtext
von Emskee

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 nigga 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 niggas 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?