Artist: Shadow Government Album: Innocent Till Proven Guilty Song: Run This Town Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Steely Dan "Kings" sample] Sad old.. run this town, body down Run this town, body down Run this town, body down Body down, body down [Mr. Prezident] Aiyo, we bang like B's and C's, red and blue Act fool, get wet, like the side of the pool Yo, we all rock heavy jewels and we tote alotta flames I'm O-T getting it, Prezzy raise alotta 'cain I'm still pimpin' it, I pimp on alotta dames You better get focused, aggression is not a game Sha' Government, will leave your whole body stained I gained weight, so I'm great, with my shotty game Apply pressure, and of course you break Cuz you fake and you soft like a coffee cake Make you quiver when the fifth come up the waist Boy, don't make me blow your skin right up off your face I'm the boss of this outfit, black be on some foul shit I pop ya, put you in plastic, like a coach get Boy boy wilding, I'm on that greasy Gatling Isle shit And I'm on point like a fingernail foul tip [Chorus: Steely Dan "Kings" sample] Now they, sad old, run this town, run this town Now they, sad old, run this town, run this town Now they, lay his, body down, body down Sad old, sad old, run this town, run this town [Fes Taylor] Slow your role, I send slugs, blow through your skull We'll send you to the crossroads over your gold Real cocky, when I'm holding the four, still knock a nigga out Like, Riddick Bowe, throwing the blow Yo, a hundred deep go to a show, who flowing the Pro With Specs and Prezzy, I'm blowing the 'dro Staten Island, who really run it, you rap bout it But I really done it, matter fact, fuck you, you don't really want it Nearly they fronted, I busted, before you killed me You gangsta, you still bleed, smoking on some kill weed I'm a Warrior, I rob 'banks', keep more than 'fifty cent' In my pocket, dollars and wallets, 'young buck' The tellin' for, papi, stop it, you not it, spitting that hot shit Bitches, they gossip, the reason he got pissed Shadow, you thought we broke up, nigga, you smoke what? Post up, any doubting the weak, rolling in bucks [Chorus] [Specman] Yo, you know to act, bossman Cadillac Force man, foreign, horseman and scorched Man, reinforcing the Specs, in Boston, we force them checks Slit necks at the scene on the steps Rock an invisible set, beget, my neck, to death Rep the rep, I'm running to wreck, you roll neck Ride with me through them steps, glide with me through the west High with me to the death, respect, the Prez and Fes Breaking bones, toting techs My Government home is huge, holding hundreds of heads Who hungry for bread, guns be the reg, and nones being said Hot as hoochies, hungry to hump me on my bed Specs spit, by the snitch from a dist' Spitting Crys', every club, snub rolly on my wrist Holy shit, somebody say Shadow the click Barrels big enough, they break bones, and bust bricks [Chorus]