On the Run

Always on the run
Streets respond to Mos and 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 mine, I was born to glow
Drop hard on or off the roll
Freak daddy stroke long and slow, I break 'em down type strong, and blow
Heading right back to B-R-O-O-K-L-Y-N, home of wild pirates
Streets without mercy, nights without silence
Me without skill is like Gods 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'

(Always on the run)
Streets respond to Mos and Mark Ronson (it's the M-O-P, we gotta)
(Always on the run)
Brooklyn is in the buildin', you got problems
(My Family will have you always on the run)
Whole world from the native to the foreign, I'm up on it
(Always on the run)

I'm one hundred percent nigga, first fam', the army that's behind me
Will fuck up a whole city like Rudy Giuliani, 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 where you went when 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, my family will have you faggots on the run

(Always on the run)
Streets respond to Mos and Mark Ronson (it's the M-O-P, we gotta)
(Always on the run)
Brooklyn on the premises, you got problems
My Family will have you
(Always on the run)
Whole world from the native to the foreign, I'm up on it
(Always on the run)

Yo, rhymes for real, for real, 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'
(Always on the run)