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[Chris Davis] Uh-huh, yeah, what? Yo, yo Aiyyo I seen Run with the chrome spinnin Watchin the Knicks in the back of the 6 Pulled up on the side like, "Who's winnin?" Nigga said, "Me since eighty-three, get it right" Politely flashed his Roley, then dipped to the light Next night seen him on stage with some platinum shells with baguettes on the side that spelled "Raising Hell" I said, "Run the crowd yell like you paid 'em well" Then he said to ask Bertha Dell, who the hell? Oh well - I thought I was done bein impressed until my man called me up and told me listen to Flex {"Yo yo yo, turn on Flex"} I ain't know what to do It was like Run was sunnin everybody but then again the shit was true MC's must want him gone, hoppin on chrome sayin they the kings, please, you kept the seat warm Ain't nobody better than this twenty year veteran Even as a Reverand, hotter than you ever been It don't really matter who the hell you are The fakest of all cats or the biggest of stars (uh-huh) Tryin to doubt these three, you breakin the law They the kings, LEAVIN Y'ALL IN AWE, THAT'S REAL PAW