Runnin it

what's in yo pockets? better run it, if u don't obey, that K will get to dumpin, hollows heat u up, like a oven, let me take da pole, and get to blastin, no mercy on punk niggas, so why u askin? hoes secondary, this green more attractive, I'm from where niggas, get wrapped like gift baskets, how she dealin wit your man's, sayin she luv u, tellin stories, mad scandalous, quit puttin thangs on yo dead homies, and u ain't honest, further more, u ain't from Los Angeles, I'm not liked very much, cuz I don't fit in, now u got da message? no more questions, muthafuckas don't like, when u speak da truth, look what they did, to Fred Hampton, got the tools to fade these fools, she encouragin that, bein a hoe is cool, bitches don't like to listen to, they man that's why they suffer, the way they do, trick niggas spendin there loot, for what? just to get pussy, enablin them to the point, it got them thinkin, that's what every man is, supposed to do, I'm pimpin, fool, to all da hoes, I ain't spendin nothin on U, sweepin, suckas like a broom, face 2 face, wit your doom, downplayin me, woo! niggas talkin bout, who they clapped, quick way for, Feds to kick down da door, in your room, semi smack u, like a truck, now u inna tomb, where da mac at? cuz it's a couple niggas, playin wit da cheese, authorized to keep, yo hands down, it doesn't matter, you still received 223s, what's in yo pockets? better run it, if u don't obey, that K will get to dumpin, hollows heat u up, like a oven,