(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
(chorus)
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)
