Run 4 Cover Lyrics by Method Man

Run 4 Cover Lyrics

    [Street Life]
    Yo yo, enta, enta, enta, enta yo
    It's the synical, lyrical rap individual
    On my death bed I spit sick flows that's critical
    I'm not a fan of this, I'm a mic vandalist
    Thug therapist, my clan's too original
    My slang bang to wax, words that's visual
    Too digital for y'all common street criminals
    Who wanna come test, lick the sweat from my genitals
    We can get off the mic and get a little physical
    I was born to rock since they cut my umbilical
    Cord, I swing swords, behold the prolifical
    Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider, prize fighter
    Live wire, quick to set the mic on fire
    I speak legalized dope, hitman for hire
    I quote murderous notes, dope rhyme supplier
    Hang glide on the mic like a stunt driver
    And I won't stop rockin till I retire

    [Redman]
    Yo yo yo
    When it comes to the darts, I throw em
    Flamethrower, blow your section-eight home to your payphone up
    Grass smoker, in the cut for the lawnmower
    I water, I ride the wale that ate Jonah
    Over, your faced wit the black cape over
    You woke up four gorillas wit a makeover
    Packin a punch, asthma pump takeover
    My crew boards, and the whole plane lays over
    (YO YO!) You can't talk wit the tape over
    Pass the pussy, get out, date's over
    Back to your gray Nova that's way slower
    Redline to five on the highway shoulder
    Enemies say "Doc the one to play closer"
    This baboon loose off the chain choker
    Hardcore, ?jacore? I hate poker
    But y'all spread when my bullet's daytona

    [Chorus] 8x
    Comin through, comin through duck
    Run for cover (BASS!)

    [Method Man]
    Yo yo this ain't ya granddaddy music, it's hip hop
    Comin through your woofer like a mute kit
    Hundred-thousand watts on some bullshit
    I blackout eclipse wit the semi bust a full clip (CLAP OUT!)
    Touch one if any, that's my complexing conquest
    Now tell that shit to the court, I plead no contest
    >From none of y'all, please
    I potty train pissy-ass rugrat for free
    Keep the cake for the family and off Sarah Lee
    That's how we do, powerful, movin on ya left!
    Mista who, Meth, black gorilla, beatin on his chest
    I suggest, you pay yo' debt or Protect Ya Neck
    I suggest, you wear a vest makin all them threats
    Here's a chin check that cash and splash niggas in half
    Smash rappers like hash (smoke em down to ashes)
    At last it's the crew that party crashes the masses
    Madness wildin out like special ed classes

    [Ghostface Killah]
    Straight out the gate, meet Tony
    Don of all dons, behind New York King Tut wit one arm
    Been at nutcrunch last cinnamon toast wit power rose
    Whips dirty, dustin my bitch, FUCK PAROLE!
    Peace shout he's Wallee Timb's, wild out (wild out)
    We in the spot, guns go off though
    Came out his mask it was Ollie North
    Oh shit, what up what up Ghost
    Congratulations on your new flick
    Burn it dead who max the most
    Word up you got the most Clarks
    Bravehearts spin this
    For under come down in the pale he need minutes
    Told y'all before I kick doors off the hinges
    Ain't no cooler and there ain't no Guiness
    Money like Barry Blue, Keanu Reeves wit bench slippers
    Play the PGA Tour wit Jack Nicklaus
    Statues of Mary, gas that bust mercury
    Sit through the biggest storm and hand out turkey

    [Redman]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, WHUUUA!!!
    That's the way I like it

    [Method Man]
    PISSY ASS RUSTY ASS NIGGAS!!
    (0-7-1-0-3) 1-0-3-0-4

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