Run it up, run it up
Run me them pockets
You been a real bad dude so I'm holding you hostage
I'm in a real bad mood that you need to acknowledge
I think it's funny ain't nobody wanna stick around and listen to the raps
Now they finna listen when I reach into the backpack
Pull the mac out
Finna spaz out
Boutta pull a Eminem
Need the fat stacks
In the backpack
Need a bad bitch
With some good cat yeah
Good little kitty kitty
Got them fat titties
All my life I been running through the damn city
People tryna tell me how to handle my personal feelings
I ain't goin yo
Nope not goin hoe
Fan base growing tho
I ain't coming home
Drugs straight to the dome
No syrup in the foam
Stack the cash
I want it fast
I need my mask
To beat yo ass
Yeah we finna run it up, run it up
Woah
Never gon stop
Only thing I understand is climbing to the top
I'm tryna be a prodigy
And make my family proud of me
I got to conquer poverty
And maybe buy me a couple of properties
No
Can't hang with the rats
Sleeping upside down like a damn bat
Gotta watch all the angles for the traps
Feelin like sand man gotta stay intact
Finna eat the beat I'm pack man
Beat the pussy up I'm Tarzan
Doin what I want cause I can
Pulling up in the corvette
F*ckin off and having my baddie gimme a lap dance
Doin one hell of a job she earn 5 bands
Energy be bouncing all over the walls like vans
I could never give you the advantage under any circumstance
People always change
So I gotta change my ways
I can't be no f*ckin lame
It's time to turn to supersayin
One punch that motha f*cka
Stole his girl man she switched lovers
She tryna f*ck under covers
Bad thing she wants it w no damn rubber
Hahaha, I did that
Run it up, run it up
Run me them pockets
You been a real bad dude so I'm holding you hostage
I'm in a real bad mood that you need to acknowledge
I think it's funny ain't nobody wanna stick around and listen to the raps
Now they finna listen when I reach into the backpack
Pull the mac out
Finna spaz out
Boutta pull a Eminem
Need the fat stacks
In the backpack
Need a bad bitch
With some good cat yeah
Good little kitty kitty
Got them fat titties
All my life I been running through the damn city
People tryna tell me how to handle my personal feelings
I ain't goin yo
Nope not goin hoe
Fan base growing tho
I ain't coming home
Drugs straight to the dome
No syrup in the foam
Stack the cash
I want it fast
I need my mask
To beat yo ass
Yeah we finna run it up, run it up
Markie J - Run It Up Lyrics
Markie J - Run It Up Lyrics
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Run it up, run it up
Run me them pockets
You been a real bad dude so I'm holding you hostage
I'm in a real bad mood that you need to acknowledge
I think it's funny ain't nobody wanna stick around and listen to the raps
Now they finna listen when I reach into the backpack
Pull the mac out
Finna spaz out
Boutta pull a Eminem
Need the fat stacks
In the backpack
Need a bad bitch
With some good cat yeah
Good little kitty kitty
Got them fat titties
All my life I been running through the damn city
People tryna tell me how to handle my personal feelings
I ain't goin yo
Nope not goin hoe
Fan base growing tho
I ain't coming home
Drugs straight to the dome
No syrup in the foam
Stack the cash
I want it fast
I need my mask
To beat yo ass
Yeah we finna run it up, run it up
Woah
Never gon stop
Only thing I understand is climbing to the top
I'm tryna be a prodigy
And make my family proud of me
I got to conquer poverty
And maybe buy me a couple of properties
No
Can't hang with the rats
Sleeping upside down like a damn bat
Gotta watch all the angles for the traps
Feelin like sand man gotta stay intact
Finna eat the beat I'm pack man
Beat the pussy up I'm Tarzan
Doin what I want cause I can
Pulling up in the corvette
F*ckin off and having my baddie gimme a lap dance
Doin one hell of a job she earn 5 bands
Energy be bouncing all over the walls like vans
I could never give you the advantage under any circumstance
People always change
So I gotta change my ways
I can't be no f*ckin lame
It's time to turn to supersayin
One punch that motha f*cka
Stole his girl man she switched lovers
She tryna f*ck under covers
Bad thing she wants it w no damn rubber
Hahaha, I did that
Run it up, run it up
Run me them pockets
You been a real bad dude so I'm holding you hostage
I'm in a real bad mood that you need to acknowledge
I think it's funny ain't nobody wanna stick around and listen to the raps
Now they finna listen when I reach into the backpack
Pull the mac out
Finna spaz out
Boutta pull a Eminem
Need the fat stacks
In the backpack
Need a bad bitch
With some good cat yeah
Good little kitty kitty
Got them fat titties
All my life I been running through the damn city
People tryna tell me how to handle my personal feelings
I ain't goin yo
Nope not goin hoe
Fan base growing tho
I ain't coming home
Drugs straight to the dome
No syrup in the foam
Stack the cash
I want it fast
I need my mask
To beat yo ass
Yeah we finna run it up, run it up
Run me them pockets
You been a real bad dude so I'm holding you hostage
I'm in a real bad mood that you need to acknowledge
I think it's funny ain't nobody wanna stick around and listen to the raps
Now they finna listen when I reach into the backpack
Pull the mac out
Finna spaz out
Boutta pull a Eminem
Need the fat stacks
In the backpack
Need a bad bitch
With some good cat yeah
Good little kitty kitty
Got them fat titties
All my life I been running through the damn city
People tryna tell me how to handle my personal feelings
I ain't goin yo
Nope not goin hoe
Fan base growing tho
I ain't coming home
Drugs straight to the dome
No syrup in the foam
Stack the cash
I want it fast
I need my mask
To beat yo ass
Yeah we finna run it up, run it up
Woah
Never gon stop
Only thing I understand is climbing to the top
I'm tryna be a prodigy
And make my family proud of me
I got to conquer poverty
And maybe buy me a couple of properties
No
Can't hang with the rats
Sleeping upside down like a damn bat
Gotta watch all the angles for the traps
Feelin like sand man gotta stay intact
Finna eat the beat I'm pack man
Beat the pussy up I'm Tarzan
Doin what I want cause I can
Pulling up in the corvette
F*ckin off and having my baddie gimme a lap dance
Doin one hell of a job she earn 5 bands
Energy be bouncing all over the walls like vans
I could never give you the advantage under any circumstance
People always change
So I gotta change my ways
I can't be no f*ckin lame
It's time to turn to supersayin
One punch that motha f*cka
Stole his girl man she switched lovers
She tryna f*ck under covers
Bad thing she wants it w no damn rubber
Hahaha, I did that
Run it up, run it up
Run me them pockets
You been a real bad dude so I'm holding you hostage
I'm in a real bad mood that you need to acknowledge
I think it's funny ain't nobody wanna stick around and listen to the raps
Now they finna listen when I reach into the backpack
Pull the mac out
Finna spaz out
Boutta pull a Eminem
Need the fat stacks
In the backpack
Need a bad bitch
With some good cat yeah
Good little kitty kitty
Got them fat titties
All my life I been running through the damn city
People tryna tell me how to handle my personal feelings
I ain't goin yo
Nope not goin hoe
Fan base growing tho
I ain't coming home
Drugs straight to the dome
No syrup in the foam
Stack the cash
I want it fast
I need my mask
To beat yo ass
Yeah we finna run it up, run it up
Writer: Mark Johnson
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