You Don't Wanna Runup!

Debedebedebedebedebedebe-ish-oh!

You don't wanna run up (come on, get it, uh[x2])

You don't wanna run up (come on, get it, uh)

Yeah, you won't come up

You don't wanna run up (come on, get it, uh[x2])

You don't wanna run up (come on, get it, uh)

Debebedebedebedebedebedebe-ish-oh!(you won't come up!)

[rodney o]

You don't wanna run up

You know what's happenin'

Rodney o can do more than just rappin'

I'll drop a bomb on your jaw like foreman

Take you on one-on-one like jordan

Step back and say 'man, what you thought'

Smoke you like a cigarette, and not get caught

Now you know that i don't play

I beat you down like a crip from l. a.

So you don't wanna run up, you get done up

Beat you down from night until sun-up

'cause i'm gettin' fed up, we can go head up

Rodney o's on the mic and won't let up

[joe cooley]

You don't wanna run up, 'cause you're plain scared

Joe cooley, the dj's nightmare

Comin' off straight lopin' crazy

'cause i know you djs can't fade me

Joe cooley's on the mic for the first time

Straight doggin' and hoggin' to get mines

These hands i can use 'em like a fo'ten[?]

Why don't you run up.. and let me check that chin

With the grin, puttin' doohickeys on your head

Next to dogs and the suckers start runnin' scared

When i grab the mic, you better shut up

Like i said, n-gga, you don't wanna run up

(repeat intro 'chorus' x4)

(tell 'em)

[general]

Fool, you get done up

You don't wanna run up

You get done up

Beat down, from sun-down 'till sun-up

So what up, step up, if you wanna get wax

Cause i'm put motherf-ckers on they back

Take my advice and don't step to the general

Cause when it's on that n-gga's invisible

It don't matter if the odds are in your favor

You betta fear that mafioso-type behavior

I don't wanna say what i might do

Cause my next victim might be you

You talkin' trash and you don't wanna shut up

Yeah.. but you don't wanna run up

[rodney o]

You don't wanna run up, i put my gun up

In your face fool, so what you wanna do fool

Good to go, rodney o'll start waxin' ya

And like a psycho i'll keep comin' after ya

I'm not showin' no shame or mercy

Killin' rhymes and suckas in the first degree

So hit the deck, chump, as if i was robbin' ya

So don't run up on the hip-hop mafia

Can you cope with the dopeness i'm throwin' to ya

What you got, fool, we got the formula

So don't run up, ya'll, the new anthem

Rodney o droppin' fools at random-

[general takes over]

-how could you figa', that you could pull the trigger

On a six-foot-fo' n-gga, bigger than you, so what you wanna do

General jeff ain't a punk and won't be punked

Breakin' n-ggas down to the size of a tree stump

Don't keep up tryin' to do a bum rush

Cause i'll show you the meanin' of a bone crush (urr)

Stomp your ass like a grape

And with a quickness, i won't hesitate

To smoke your crew like a barbeque pit

You don't wanna run up, so sit

Back and watch daddy rip up the track

The hip-hop mafia's takin' over rap!