Tom:
Introdução:
Em G
Yeah, I need everybody to open this shit up
Em G
Everybody open this fucking shit up
Em G
Yeah, Constantine, yeah
Em G
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Em G
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Em G
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
Em G
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
Em Am Bm
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Em Am Bm
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
Em Am Bm
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Em Am Bm
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Em Am Bm
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
Em Am Bm
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
Em Am Bm
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Em Am Bm
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
Em G
This that ground zero music, sit and listen to it
Em G
This the children of the sewer, finally winnin' music
Em G
This confessions of a lord, I&rsquo ve been sinnin' music
Em G
The rap book is my Bible, just repent through it
Em G
I jump in the whip and say &ldquo Ooh, it&rsquo s my shit&rdquo
Em G
And I tell &lsquo em to turn it up
Em G
Jump in the pit and start moshing the shit
Em G
And I tell &lsquo em to run it up
Em G
This is Mr. Trap Lord, I'ma go until the sun is up
Em G
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Em G
Run til I fuck it up
Em G
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Em G
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Em G
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
Em G
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
Em Am Bm
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Em Am Bm
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
Em Am Bm
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Em Am Bm
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Em Am Bm
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
Em Am Bm
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
Em Am Bm
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Em Am Bm
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
Em
And it&rsquo s 0-1, now, run it up
Em
Got my face beat, hair done it up
Em
I go bad on &lsquo em, drop bags on 'em
Em G
Got a tab, bitch tell 'em run it up
Em
I spaz on 'em, I gun 'em up
Em
Said I&rsquo m too smart, gotta dumb it up
Em
Dead in the middle of Little Italy
Em G
They ain&rsquo t know Remy really could just Pun it up
Em
On IG, you thumb it up
Em
But in real life, you bum it up
Em
You don't own nothin&rsquo , you so frontin'
Em
You Joe Budden, you pump it up.
Em
See, these hoes be luckin' up
Em
Try to be down, they suckin' up
Em
I go nuts, I mean pecan
Em
Turn the beat on and I fuck it up
Em
The bar&rsquo s low, I brung it up
Em
And y'all hoes just stunk it up
Em
I been one, you been done
Em
You been shoulda just hung it up
Em
You was hatin' when I was comin' up
Em
You fake bitch, you need to woman up
Em
You a wack bitch, you a rat bitch
Em G
And I&rsquo m that bitch, just to sum it up
Em G
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Em G
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Em G
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
Em G
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
Em Am Bm
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Em Am Bm
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
Em Am Bm
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Em Am Bm
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Em Am Bm
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
Em Am Bm
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
Em Am Bm
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Em Am Bm
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
Em
Yeah, threw it through the ceiling, threw a nigga off the pillar
Em
Now I killed him, they ain&rsquo t never found out
Em
Fuck what you feelin', Trap Lord in the building
Em
With the lords and they with it right now
Em
Pull up on them niggas like &ldquo skrrt&rdquo in a Merc
Em G
And I jerked see the bad man comin'
Em G
Talkin for niggas saved up
Em G
And the pump had the rest of them bad boys runnin'
Em
Jump if you ready to fuck this shit up
Em
And get knuck if you buck if you thuggin'
Em
Jump if you ready to fuck a nigga up
Em
Cause he come for nigga all for nothin'.
Em
There's some children down a holy thang
Em
And they let it bang cause you frontin'
Em
Jump cause I&rsquo m feelin' like I&rsquo m the illest nigga
I&rsquo m the trillest and I love it
Em G
Push the Benz like it&rsquo s nothing, whoo
Em G
Versace lens like it&rsquo s nothing, whoo
Em G
Fuckin tens like it&rsquo s nothing, whoo
Em G
Fuck her friend like it&rsquo s nothing, whoo
Em G
Few chicks with it like it's nothing, whoo
Em Am
Suck them titties like it&rsquo s nothing, whoo
Em G
Wraith, just bought it like now, ooh
Em G Am C
Tap a model like now, ooh
Em G
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Em G
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Em G
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
Em G
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
Em Am Bm
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Em Am Bm
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
Em Am Bm
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Em Am Bm
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Em Am Bm
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
Em Am Bm
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
Em Am Bm
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Em Am Bm
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka