(whisper)Runnin Up On ya
The House of Pain
Give me some elbow room,
smoke the boon and pass it
I'll drop ya like acid
Ya might get blasted
if ya step to the crew with the Irish pride
You'll wish ya died cause I don't let ya slide
Champaine is the House of Pain
Our day will come
Boom she-lock lock my shits cocked ya better run
Get a gun, get a bomb
It's on like Vietnam
Go run and get your mom and ask her why daddy's buggin
Chuggin Black and Tan's
Smackin fans
breakin up the sets
I'll make your bitches wet
gettin all the dough
I'm leaven which your ho
And if the ho's white yo you might lose your life
(chorus)Cause I'm runnin up on ya,
I ain't gonna warn ya when
I'm runnin up on ya,
I ain't gonna warn ya
I'm runnin up on ya,
I ain't gonna warn ya when
I'm runnin up on ya,
I ain't gonna warn ya
I'll rip out your viens with hooks and chains
just like Pinhead
Use to rock a skinhead
Now I got a fade cause I'm paid and my barber's played
Everybody's done it, so Ev can never run it
I started that shit two years ago
Your girl started lookin good 5 beers ago
So I might step to her
But I just want to screw her
I don't want to take her
I just want to make her
Scream out my name cause the pain's in the house
bust a nut in the cut, leave a stain on her blouse
Then pull up my drawers and she's all your again
And if ya got a beef punk better bring a friend
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I'm comin round the corner, I ain't gonna warn ya
I'm runnin up on ya, punk your a gonner
Put the gun away, run away
better chill, better yet still
let me get ill,
I can drop a bomb full a siemen in your mom
keep her screamin till dawn cause the E can rock on
like a one, two and ya don't stop
Ya might get dropped cause I don't care and I swear
I don't have a gun
(chorus)
