Run on Up

I'm gonna shoot through that dude vest
They know about the big D O double Warren G and Nate
Let it go, now let it alone

We can set up a head up and I bank ya boo
Ain't it man?
Half of y'all doin' nothin' but bluffin', you got beef then go on and run on up
I'm a low-key, OG which is well known

Too much talkin' shit, let's get down to this list

I'm strictly to street with it, listen to me
But if Stevie can see it, it must mean that I'm real with it
Corporate America gotta deal with it
You got beef then go on and run on up, we ain't worried about nothin'

The hood ain't got no Geneva either
I'm ridin' this 'til the finish line
We ain't worried about nothin', half of y'all doin' nothin' but talkin'
If you run off at the mouth then I'm gonna leave you breathe-less
Rewind the show and watch the movie
Snoop, Alfons, Capone, Corleone

They speak it but we did it, they hated on my Ghetto Village
Don't underestimate, a lot of suckers player hate
Now if you want it like you think you do
213 still in this 'til they give me mine

You wanna battle when the shadows are creepin'
Lookin' at my homies like you wanna slide past them
I'm from Dogg House, motherfuckin' California

Shut the fuck up and run, run up
If you got beef, go on and run up, I'ma bust him in his lip
Breathless, chestless, best list ya bastard
And get with me, need I warn you
We ain't worried about nothin', half of y'all doin' nothin' but talkin'
I'm mad as fuck, I let this industry use me
And if you talkin' about beef then nigga, ain't no sleepin'
In the streets with the elite, my rap sheet is hella long