Run The Line - Peanut Butter Wolf

featuring Rasco 

Verse 1: 
Yo I tell you niggas what 
You better stay home and lay your ass in the cut 
I'm goin for heads 
Lay you for dead 
Foldin emcees like bedspread 
And you ain't had this much milk since you was breastfed 
Galleons on courts 
For sports  I bust bubbles on the double 
Destroyin these fools who wanna give me trouble 
Ball with stuffle 
Six feet  women be lovin it 
Brothers be thinkin o' stickin but I be shovin it 
Ready, unload with fat tracks from lootkids 
Doin my thang since 16 in '86 
Hey yo, sayin that the West ain't it 
Nigga I'll smack you in your mouth for that shit 
Let me show you what I claim 
I'm doin my thang 
But everybody out in Cali don't gangbang 
You better open up them mics 
And get out my face 
Give me some space 
Better break out them old Nikes 
You better run for the crib 
Cause run in your jigs 
I'll send you home with a broke back and cracked whig 
Microphone's in control 
So ready explode 
Motherfuckers need to punch up the flexcode 

Verse 2: 
Heaven forbid 
I rip kids, get they face blown 
Bring 'em in packs, and I can rip 'em by the caseload 
Ready explode 
On contact for that contract 
Flash these lyrics and ready for mic-combat 
Who wanna step to get a rep 
Playin double jet 
Me and my man be on these tracks at the inner sect 
Mass confuse 
Hit your fellas off with bad news (tell 'em what?) 
Tell 'em you tried but I just blew you out your damn shoes 
Here's this mic, you can praise it if you need to 
Should've been there when your brother really needed you