Are, you, ready? Run
Ever see me with my jewels and toast from off of mo’?
Hurry up, run
Past where handsome measures
Run, run, r-r-run
Bap, the butter cat at gutter rappin' and I’m all man
And really is the black clark gable of the rap biz
Stunned his behind, out the way of who reign, I run this
(See what I mean kid?)
Hurry up, run
Hurry up, run
Take responsibility for your action as a race then
Nuns even say, that motherfucker’s remarkable
This is the original grand wizard
While waitin' for the world end, won this
Somethin' funky push that in 'em Ricky D
Like an angel tend to fly as, mention I as
Boy don’t make me put my grown man shoe in you
Racists reactin', hastin' for action
Run, run, run, r-r-run
Run thisss
I didn’t make the laws, but they make sense to my ass
Like no other younger rapper walkin' could ever?
While you scream out brannyville
Negativity, and fear in our own neighborhood
Run, run, run, r-r-run
Hurry up, run
The fact is, mack caught cable in an actress
(1999, 2000, the whole damn thin' kid it’s all mine)
Songwriters: Douglas Davis, Raymond Deal, F Eyton, J Green, Edward Heyman, Daryl Mcdaniels, Jay Mizell, Joseph Simmons, Russell Simmons, Lawrence Smith, Robert Sour, Ricky Walters
Run, r-r-run as we go run, r-r-run
Hurry up, run
(Stop the world kid, brin' it home slick)
Hurry up, run
And make him smack the coke out your nostril
Run, r-r-run as we go run, r-r-run
(Are, you, ready? Run)
Okay party people in the house
'Cause dogs barkin' and the girl sigh
Mc Ricky D
Apparently I done this, on this
Stunned his behind, out the way of who reign, I run this
(Out the way of who reign, I run this)
And I’m sorry father, for any wrongdoin' doin' you
Picture I, where Spice Girls chick arrived
Like the whole entire rat pack, and some precious
What you never know? all clothes come off a hoe
England, January 14th, six-five
(Out the way of who reign, I run this)
Publishers: RABASSE MUSIC LIMITED, RUSHGROOVE MUSIC, SLICK RICK MUSIC CORP, SONGS OF UNIVERSAL INC
Either one way or the other, foundation choose
Instead of put cheer in our bone, paperhood promote
Hurry up, run
Although the prune I kick, I didn’t come to wound a sick child
You old ass rapper! you got it, but can he still
(Go away)
Liz will throw away her walker and run after me
(Yeah, baby, slick rick)
Here to present myself as the sparkle of the world’s eye
And chartable, such a big spark I pull
Run, r-r-run, run, r-r-run
Sever, in other words, rap more clever
Run, r-r-run run, r-r-run
(That patch-eyed motherfucker run this)
Stunned his behind, out the way of who reign, I run this
Run, r-r-run, run, r-r-run
Whatever gotta happen gotta happen
(I run this)
Of Slick Rick
Snatch crowns, done this, on this
Up hastings, crew downfaced and lose
The motherfucker got exquisite taste for a black man
Great gosh the man has soul, we must have him
Tired of the basement placed in
Hit a lost world, actin' like a lunatic
And aliens who came to earth gatherin'
Run, r-r-run, run, r-r-run
Run, r-r-run as we go run, r-r-run
(As we go a little somethin' like this, hit it)
Like a catastrophe, there isn’t none after me
Since royalty breed to be
Run, run, run, r-r-run
Mc Ricky D
And I puts small seed where small seed need to be
Forced good men to pull out and start to murder folk
Is it a custom,  to what? to provoke out a hostile apostle
Who provoke 'til a heard of smoke
Hurry up, run
Run, run, run, r-r-run