How y 'all feel
out there?
How y 'all feel out there?
How y feel out there?
How y 'all feel out there?
They tell me birds of a
feather flock together
So I must keep hanging with
my homies known as players
And we rollin' 20 deep on
a creep gettin' geeked
And a confrontation's what
you really don't need
You get tossed,
get lost in a soft seat
Cause ain't nothin' goin'
down but a victory
I saw the battery, ain't nothin',
I seen the county
So you can't fade me,
call the police, then I'm outtie
Come chase, rollin' fresh,
5 .0, fool
Blowin' the doors off the 5 .0s, dodge cool
They can't get me,
if they do, I make bail
I got a hundred thousand
stats from the days of
Yale
So how do you think
you're gonna trap
Slick
C?
I got a hun dred ways of makin' green
D .O .E.
When I come,
I come with capabilities
The destroyers on the
street makin' people see
You can hate me,
underrate me, but I'm still pumpin'
So what you sayin' ain't nothin'
but a bunch of junkin'
Try to rise and find
yourself in a funky coffin
Give me some room to
breathe so I can release
Some funky, dope,
strong lyrics about me
And I'm
Run -C, that nigga
Making snaps from craps,
now how you figure
You can fuck with me
cause I'm bigger
And I'm
Run -C
Run -C!
Run -C!
Run
How y 'all feel out there?
Run -C!
Run -C!
Run -C!
Run -C!
Run
Run
y 'all feel out there?
Run -C!
Run
You filthy, roguish emcees
Can't fuck with me
Stand tall and get dogged
With a fury of bees
You're on my list with the shit
Trying to fuck the swift
You need a kick in your ass,
you young, motivated bitch
Another trick by birth,
mark on earth
Gettin' served by the
MC, wine superb
And you heard through the grapevine,
ominous shit
So why you choose
Dakota's nigga to fuck with?
Come on, dumb, silly,
punk motherfuckers
On the next plateau,
I get a little tougher
I see the
Milli
Vanilli tattoos on your chest
You're straight proven to deceit,
you as fake as they get
You into something,
but the something ain't nothin'
But a trap from a mack
who set you up like that
I caught you slippin',
you thought I wouldn't make a better jam
On the level where the rhymes
make a nigga ants
They need to treat your
damn mouth to some
Lister ine
Cause all them foul -ass rhymes
got your breath on stink
I never wonder about your
number cause it's 911
Call for help and see how quick
them motherfuckers come
After battlin' me,
you'll be a dead
MC
With a rep that's fucked,
still ain't up to me
Bow down, simp, cuz I told you once
I'm a top -notch floor
with a paw punch
Take the misery and pain and gain no fame
Who wired your ass up to take
me out the rap game?
Your coach ain't no good
with his tricks
Cuz if he was,
he woulda told you not to mess with
The sucker maker, hoe taker
Rhyme sayer,
pimpin' player
Heartbreaker, and I'm
Ron
C
Ron
C,
Ron
C,
Ron
C,
Ron
C,
C
Run
PC,
Run
PC,
Run
PC,
Run
PC,
Run
PC,
Run
PC,
Run
PC,
Run
Run
PC,
Run
PC,
PC,
Run
PC,
Run
How fake can they be some old punk
MC's?
Don't scream my damn
name on your weak
LP
You niggas can't flow you can't
roll you can't pump nothin'
Smoke some weed and let your mind
tell you runnin' somethin'
Sign your rumor let my
tape straight bass
Inhale the smoke until your
brain gets phased
You're just fake, another
H .O .E.
With a hotty doody smile, you're finna
O .D.
You can't handle my dope,
cause it just got swole
With the
SV -12 machine, mic and headphones
And I'm
Bronsi, that black as s nigga
Pourin' a pimp hose an d
I'm pullin' the trigger
It's like an everyday thang
for a nigga who's bigger
As I roll through the set I see
them fake ass punks
Straight jockin' the seat,
they tell me I'm the one
You can pump my head,
but I won't bust
You keep ridin' the seat,
and it's your bitch I fuck
Cause I'm
Roncic, and I'm tearin' it up
Now buck up, motherfucker,
and you'll see what's up
And I told you once,
now taste the funk
Roncic,
Roncic,
Roncic,
Roncic,
Roncic
Thank you for