Run Up

[Intro - Jagger James]
So I was in the crib, chilling, playing PS3, Resistance 3
You know me, man
I got headphones on, everything's good
And then I hear this
*shotgun cocking*
Behind me
But in the game, I was using an SMG
And I knew at that moment exactly what was 'bout to happen, my nigga
My instincts kicked in bruv, I wasn't going out on no Xbox Killer shit
I threw the controller sideways, I ripped the headphones off
I ain't even pause the game, I'm tryna live nigga
I jumped behind this metal door man, I knew it could take the blast
I wasn't going out like that

[Verse 1 - Jagger James]
Tell you right now, I got nothing to lose
Been hustling, been grinding, but ain't nothing to prove
And when you shine in the dark, ten times out ten,
There comes ten fuck niggas with something to prove
No warning shots, duck nigga, come with the crew
When you run up on Jaguar, this ain’t the zoo
Now I'm in the wrong mood, I got limbs to remove
On a murder spree, call it a good afternoon

[Verse 2 - Sly deSilva]
More untouchable than Paravans and way more rich
Lay a hand and you motherfuckers will get hit
Lay a hand, and your fam at the closed casket
'Cause ain’t nobody wanna see a body with holes in it
I show the kids what the program is
Touching Sly, changes lives in one moment
I’m making phantoms of ’em, I make examples of ‘em
And if they gunning for me now then the caskets coming

[Hook - Jagger James]
Way too many niggas tryna run up
Way too many niggas tryna dust up
Way too many niggas tryna come clutch
Run up, run up, then this pistol erupts
Way too many niggas tryna run up
Way too many niggas tryna dust up
Way too many niggas tryna come clutch
Run up, run up, then this pistol erupts

[Verse 3 - Jagger James]
Jagger James with the mask off, nigga ain't that soft
Tell you what's coming if you run up, it's hands on
Break ‘em joint by joint, like these chickens my hands on
Make a nigga chicken, when he run up it’s mask on
Now the nigga tripping, yo, I know where he work
Bounty on his head, yo, I know what's he’s worth
And right when he's safe to sleep, I strike first
Jagger James with the mask on, tell me who worse

[Verse 4 - Sly deSilva]
Everyybody think they Scarface, but Scarface dies
Shoulda watched the movie ‘fore you fucked with Sly
Think is the world is yours? The world is mine
Now you looking down a squad with extendo nines
Remember, cross your T’s, dot your I’s
Don’t cross Sly, or get that red dot on your eyes
I ain’t Arkhipov with my hand on the button
I ain’t the type of man you should test if he bluffing
I ain’t the type for mercy, I take your whole shit
Leave you penniless and sitting at the river of Styx
Life’s a bitch, then you die, but the ride could be worse
Like getting tossed in a woodchipper feet first
If you feeling like testing, grab on your Smith and Wesson
Run up, I put you down like a recession
'Cause I could I overthrow a government
So what you think I do to a dumb motherfucker tryna start some shit

[Hook - Jagger James]
Way too many niggas tryna run up
Way too many niggas tryna dust up
Way too many niggas tryna come clutch
Run up, run up, then this pistol erupts
Way too many niggas tryna run up
Way too many niggas tryna dust up
Way too many niggas tryna come clutch
Run up, run up, then this pistol erupts

[Verse 5 - Sly deSilva]
I’m war ready already, ready to bust like a levee
Car bombs in a Chevy, goons with guns and machetes
Shooters aimed at the ready, they see his brow getting sweaty
I bet he never thought he’d end up dead for the fetti
My pockets is heavy, I’m counting all of this cheddy
Glocks cocked, ready to pop, if ya’ll tryna get me
Got the semi aimed steady, any situation ready
Any citizen or soldier could get turned to spaghetti

[Verse 6 - Jagger James]
I'm doing anything necessary for me to get by
Don’t dare get in the way of me and my apple pie
It’s cliche, but I say that’s the apple of my eye
And God help these niggas that I pass into the sky
Lately I been sharpening my blades on the daily
Watch where you step, if you need me on the safety
My own life's flashed before my eyes don't forsake me
We could swap places but you would never thank me
Put wings on, when I been wronged, it ain't right
Bring the iron on, so now they gone and take flight
To tell the truth, I love the city on a foggy night
Perfect opportunity to blank face and target sight
Lastly to review I leave your body in the rear-view
Don't even need goons, just my palms near you
No murder weapon, that's one less piece of evidence
Leave your body burned cause you're hellbound not heaven sent

[Hook - Jagger James]
Way too many niggas tryna run up
Way too many niggas tryna dust up
Way too many niggas tryna come clutch
Run up, run up, then this pistol erupts
Way too many niggas tryna run up
Way too many niggas tryna dust up
Way too many niggas tryna come clutch
Run up, run up, then this pistol erupts

[Verse 7 - Jagger James]
I got enemies, got a lot of enemies,
On my Lecter shit, man, you no want the recipe
Way too many niggas thinking they can get the best of me
Run up, run up, say your prayers and then rest in peace

[Verse 8 - Sly deSilva]
I got enemies, got a lot of enemies
Kingpin dreaming off a quarter key
Tryna run up on me, thinking they could be the new me
Well, run up when you see me, then we gon' see