OG Loc - Run nigga, run!

*Radio Los Santos, Underground rap and 90's Hip Hip channel*



[Loc's talking]:
Dayum Squeeze...You still didn't get it that chu' are defeated in this fuckin' battle??
Oh..I know what's goin' on....you mad as mow'fukka, aren't chu'??
Chu' faggot-ass can't admit that chu' lose already...
That's why chu' writtin' those whack lyrics's callin' them "diss" all the time, fag.
I'm still tha' boss in this rap game, along with Wax, even he is gone! chu' can hide nigga!

[Vesre-1]:
Boom, baang!
Loc is back with a mowfuckin' real gang slang!
Nigga'z fill up tha' low, less' go above tha' Glen park and make an show!
Bang bang bang! Dayum, Squeeze..I saw chu' took a shit in yo' pants,
when our AK's were started to dance..
I never saw someone runnin' like this,
I heard you screamin' "Don't please!!"
Took yo' nigga down, ha-ha, fuckin' purple clown.
I ain't gonna lay-low,
'cause you don't have enough balls to come with yo low-low.
Nigga I already won, peep's don't need to tell me that, chu' fuckin' hood rat.
While yo' crack-heads like you are tellin' chu that,
C'mon nigga, better to learn them how to hold a gat.
This rap shii' is one big fuckin game,
Like I already said, in this game chu are nothin' else but a shame.

[Verse-2]:
I don't need to play video-games like you do,
C'mon, yo mom still cleanin' yo' ass with tha' toilet paper, foo'.
Chu' have only bunch of young nigga'z on yo' back,
Which never hold a strap in their hands, whack.
Peep's around Los Santos sharin' yo track,
'cause they makin' fun and laughin' at it, chu' black.
Cheea'! bitches can't shake their asses on a dance-floor,
'Cause yo' rap is really poor.
'Bout my mom chu' just talkin' bullshit,
But the true is that yo' mom chokin' with my dick.
I see chu' didn't learn nothin, yo rhyme is still "Joke" with tha' "Joke",
Damn "Gangsta"..yo' rhymes are broke!

[Chorus]:
Run run run nigga run, nigga run, run when chu' see a Loc on yo' block with a gun!
Take nigga take, take a shit in yo' pants, when chu' see tha' Grove street AK's preparing to dance!
[2X]

[Verse-3]:
Wussup Squeeze?? Here I'm with tha' new Ganton old school flow track,
But sad is that you can't make one like this is, black.
I'm in value since I born, along with my rap..
while you nigga'z still didn't learn how to hold a strap.
Ha-ha chu' nigga are far away under me,
that's why chu' callin' yo'self underground rapper, fuckin wanna-be.
Ayo', chu' can't even make a proper rhyme,
don't waste my time..
Chu can't defeat me, get used to it,
Nothin' else better than my Gangsta beat.

[Verse-4]:
"I battle niggas everyday"
c'mon are you serious?? battle without proper rhymes ain't battle, gay.
Ya'll nigga'z livin' in a danger-zone?
Ha-ha, I'll come there and brake your every single bone.
Nigga my crew bangin ova' Ganton n' Grove street,
Playin dice's, packin' gats and makin' profit.
I don't need them at this rap battle, I diss you alone hard,
Chu' so scared, walkin' down tha' Glen with a fuckin' bodyguard.
I'm 'da king of black gangsta nation, can smash yo' ugly face,
Chu' are just a shame fo' our black race.

[Chorus]:
Run run run nigga run, nigga run, run when chu' see a Loc on yo' block with a gun!
Take nigga take, take a shit in yo' pants, when chu' see tha' Grove street AK's preparing to dance!
[2X]

[Verse-5]:
Ball-ass nation reach to 'da top??
Don't talk bullshit, betta' stop.
Ballers only suck a dick's eachother,
Nigga, I'm tha' Gangsta rap father!
Ayo' there's no balls at chu', only one black small stinky dick,
Dayuum! Girls even don't want it to lick.
I'm still tha' lord of this rap game,
And chu' still doin' this fo' fame..
There'll be no jesus when I'll bust a cap in yo' crack-head,
Keep watchin yo' Homer Simpson, When it's over time fo' bed.
My nigga Wax just ate this,
Chu' are the next, chu' will prayin' "Don't do it please!"
Nigga I was warning chu', "Don't step to this",
'Cause we real mow'fuckin' G'z!

[Loc's talking]:
Run run run, nigga run!!! Ha-ha, ya'll was running like a little chickens there at Glen park,
Especially chu' Little Squeeze ha-ha! Chu' had a really luck..
Dayum..chu' murdered me?? Well I'm still here, kickin rhymes on yo fake Glen asses..
Ya'll can't touch me, like I said already, chu' can't win Squeeze, can't.
Let peep's judge?? Nah..my gun will judge here ha-ha, punk.
Anyway Homer Simpson's is over, go to bed kid, let yo' momma tell chu' a story about
how was at my bed last time, fo good night.

Rest in peace homie Wax, chu' stayin' in my heart!!