[Intro]

We raping and pillaging the whole rap industry (Better run that shit)

Anything we can't get on our own, we coming to take it, right here

Play them horns, Statik, hahaha

I like that shit, we do it Boston style

In Boston, if we can't get it, we just go steal it

You know what I'm saying? Check it

[Verse 1]

Listen, I don't know what's real and what isn't

My alcoholism's a prison, my rhythm is possessed

I'm the Devil in the flesh, exorcism is next

My x-ray vision is infested with sex, drugs, and Tecs

I'm a star when I rock and roll

I can knock 'em home with my dome

It's so fucking cold, my Binaca's old and my vodka's sto'

Raspberry got me barking so dark and cold

I'm a poet going going gold, holding on his cock and balls

Singing every note that I wrote with the octave off

Push you off your fucking pedestal, they tell me "Knock it off"

Pocket's poor, raping rap music 'til my cock is soft

Married to this life, it's a wonder that I'm not divorced

Copping whores four in the morning and I'm coughing hoarse

Hanging out the window shooting motherfucking shotguns off

This is who I am and I'm always setting drama off

Fuck the twelve steps, I'ma throw you off your momma's porch

[Hook] (x2)

Your whips, your bitch, your wristwatch, your chain

Cadillac, Escalade, it's not the same

We thieves with deep beef and pickpocket change

Better run your shit (Run it)

[Verse 2]

Yo, you can tell that we're fools by the hell that we choose

Man, I'm going for the gusto, I keep telling these dudes

I'm either getting rich, dead, or rocking felony shoes

I ain't Boston George, so fuck him and Penelope Cruz

Listen, this isn't vicious enough, this is a mixture of drugs

I fuck the system all up, this is a picture of us

I never piss in a cup, can't fit my wrists in the cuffs

I don't believe in the law, I didn't listen enough

You should be listening up, I got a pistol that's tough

I got an AK, shit barely fits in the trunk

I'm throwing fits when I'm drunk, I'm going spaz with the gats

I came so far, I laugh while you fathom the fact

I passionately pattern a track, rats imagine I'm back

Imagining that as I add another stack

Fuck society, they're telling me I should calm down probably

But I'm notorious like a Charlestown robbery

[Hook] (x2)

Your whips, your bitch, your wristwatch, your chain

Cadillac, Escalade, it's not the same

We thieves with deep beef and pickpocket change

Better run your shit (Run it)