36 Lyrics - Run The Jewels - Run The Jewels

Bitch we be that shit that's right 

Number two boo boo straight caca (Yeah) 

I smoke ganja with a dread-locked rasta 

Move like Frank you will die like a hassa 

Move like Jesus die like a martyr 

Hell of a choice when you riding a Lamotta 

Trynna get some hoes in the hot car 

How far is we away, man? Not far 

The greatness they claim, not all 

Are not, we are those juggernauts 

Me El, we hail 

Like a young Che Guevara and Fidel 

Castro, cash flow, car full of females 

Bad hoes, we in the DR 

Any fuck rapper boy gettin' out of line 

I pray the preacher beat him to the goddamn ER 

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I spit them country rap tunes like Hee-Haw 

Cocaine flow fishscale no re-rock 

Take a snort for yourself shawty, see? "He raw. See he raw!" 

That's you shawty go on snort your nose off 

Then put the news in the street Tom Brokaw 

'Cause of you shawty met a bad stone bitch out of 

Brooklyn and that Brooklyn bitch straight got broke off 

Yeah she called her homegirl from the BX, freaky lil 'Rican brought X and we sexed 

Couple months later brought 'em down to Atlanta 

And let 'em style on the 'bamas that's right yeah we flex 

Heard she got a baby daddy and a nigga 

Acting aggy runnin' round talkin' 'bout yeah he plexed 

Nigga better pray for a ho like he 

Tebow though, 'cause right now he stay losin' like The Jets 

And I walk around like I got a 36" chain 

And I walk around like I got a 36" chain 

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Bitch we be that shit that's right 

Light a flare put your thumbs in the air high five 

I came for the stash box gimme that 

I been waitin' for this all my life 

3 AM and I'm still not right 

Still awake still away from fading, crazy 

Psilocybin, why the ride so hazy 

Dribble this spit till the street gets wavy 

The bliss and pure shit magician 

Get to skipping 

Not too tall dark and handsome man 

But I talk dark for ransoms man 

Spend grands of those zombies 

Folded origami 

Yes I bag the clams 

Anyone object to the styles, get a smile and a backwards hand 

(Peep that) Felonious face in the place of an angel 

Bringing that buckshot back to the table 

Been a veteran, earthbound hellion 

Try to say grace get a face full of staples 

Woke up and the city air smelled like maple 

If you come straight from New York you relate 

If you come straight from another place stay too 

Me and Mike got the whole map held safe 

Be it NYC or the ATL 

From the ceilings of heaven to the gates of hell 

We murder death killed every stage we step 

Homicide times two better warn yourself, El 

Anybody looking for some trouble better self med 

We could double dutch in a minefield, hell gets 

Just the right temperature, break beat minister 

River-dance cleats on your face for the finisher