Run It (feat. Pete Colon)

Uh-huh, uh-huh Pete Cologne Darq, what up, baby BX in the motherfuckin' building CG, flip that All I need is one mic and a light And we gon' get nice for the night It's our turn up, we gon' burn up This is Murda All I need is one mic and a light And we gon' get nice for the night It's our turn up, we gon' burn up This is Murda Describe me in three letters, MVP I'm movin' at a hundred miles, MPG My letters are deep, so they MVP When I MTV, on a MP three I'm lookin' at my life through my rearview I'm watchin' movies in cinema's clear view I'm like an earring tissue, I tear through And when I'm spittin', I'm hittin', I dare you We burnin' hash and some L's too Told y'all we the shit I smell you, X marks the spot Darq spark the pot Cop by the pound, so the knock's gon' rock But we ain't got time to faggot Poof, then it's gon' call it ninja magic Bad news, bears with them pickin' they baskets All that good stuff, so puff and pass All I need is one mic and a light And we gon' get nice for the night It's our turn up, we gon' burn up This shit is murder All I need is one mic and a light And we gon' get nice for the night It's our turn up, we gon' burn up This shit is murder Yo P Roll that weed up, the beat is on Now turn it up, so I can speed, get my eth on Nu New York, wage war when it come to fam Nasty with the bars, I make them wanna jigga man You know what's involved with comin' at darq raw Body bag music, no such thing as a close call Verses on deck, spit sick with a quick draw You might as well hold a grenade, let the pig move off I make moves, I run while they jog So many pigs, but when I'm pennin' I'm boss hog I rep the Bronx, so crazy like Fred the God I school em' on how to do it, I show em' how to leap frog Under pressure, always bubble when the heat involved I let em' cook similar to flamin' when they speakin' wrong Piff' for they memories, I'm who they sleepin' on Send em' face to face with God, he's dreamin' on All I need is one mic and a light And we gon' get nice for the night It's our turn up, we gon' burn up This is Murda All I need is one mic and a light And we gon' get nice for the night It's our turn up, we gon' burn up This is Murda Stars are aligned, right time, right place Bars are designed, right rhyme, right taste Call me a lyrical connoisseur And my shit stink, nigga, I'm a sewer So my maneuvers maneuver on losers My flow stone cold, huh, Medusa Got them Fidel Castro's, them Cuba's Wrapped around the bud and sliced Take a pull from the hookah You heard he's sweet, well, you can test the rumors If you really choose to, talk, you gonna lose too It's that simple, RGB all day for your shooters So you need to call more men, get more rugars Darqness , wanna get in tune with our movement A grind an heart so impeccable The way I slay murder tracks and rap's inexplicable All I need is one mic and a light And we gon' get nice for the night It's our turn up, we gon' burn up This is Murda All I need is one mic and a light And we gon' get nice for the night It's our turn up, we gon' burn up This is Murda