On the Run (feat. Mos Def & M.O.P.) - Radio Edit

Streets are spawn and most of Mark Ronson

Call the fire chief to inspect the arson

Y'all got problems, Brooklyn is in the buildin'

We built the buildin'

Easy to touch but it's hard to hold

Easy to meet but it's hard to know

Paste this one across ya domes and spread it out all across the globe

Heat it up and keep 'em on dey toes

I'm like the diamond in the mind, I was born to glow

Drop Paul on or off the roll

Freak daddy stroke long and slow,

I break 'em down type strong, then blow

Heading right back to B-R-O, okay L-Y and homo wild porridge

Streets without mercy, nights without silence

Lee without skill is like Gars without science

Jake without sirens, life without dyin'

I'm hot without tryin', ya heard it so now buy it

Joint come on, you start whinin'

Streets are spawn and most of Mark Ronson (It's the M-O-P, we gotta!)

Brooklyn is in the buildin', you got problems

(Ma friendly I have you)

Whole world from the native to the foreign, I'm up on it

I'm one hundred percent nigga, first fam' to owe me that's behind me

Well fuck up her whole shitty life, Frudy, Julia-Anny, you plastic

You don't wanna go at it, so (stop)

You ain't ready for the aftermath, the matics are (pop)

I wandering with Y-H from the tri-state, ya violate

I just need to go _____ prostate

It's the M-O-P

And we on the run for real, from the left to the ten

I bin hearin' you holla (gangsta) for fifteen years now

But when you went, well the shit went down

Come on now

We rugged rap singin'

Rob niggas for prattling and keep their rings

Tell your man, Bill did it he, he reeled with it, killed with it

Little pissed off homie take the loss, deal wid it

While y'all get it goin', we'll get it done

A million and one, ma friendly, I had you faggots on the run

Streets are spawn and most of Mark Ronson (It's the M-O-P, we gotta!)

Brooklyn on the premises, you got problems

Ma friendly I have you

Whole world from the native to the foreign, I'm up on it

Yo, Ron Pharrell Pharell, M-R-M-D (it's the M-O-P ma nigga!)

You know what I'm sayin'

I wanna fly in the sky, let my lyric carry me

I'm gonna fly, fly, fly, fly

We have em'