Run DMC Jeezy (Ft. Freddie Gibbs)

[Chorus: Jeezy]
Run DMC, Run DMC
If I'm riding low-key I got that D on me
And nigga we don't care
Cause nigga life ain't fair
They go for 30 a piece
We sell them hoes by the pair
(Snow! Snow! Snow!)

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Stay on the creep
So how you gonna stick up the stick-up man?
.357 to the teeth, bitch, I hope you picked up a dental plan
Got that ocho cinco, 8-5 for 250 grams
Drove that heron straight from New York in my nigga's minivan
Excuse me Mr. Officer, I've been thinking about popping ya
So you better not search this car
I'm so hot I'm off the thermometer
Fuck a threat, I promise ya
I won't go back to jail
Seem like every time a nigga try to make a sale
These bitches go back and tell
This shit is fresh off the scale
White bitch, them bricks in the M3
When I'm done breaking down this dope
I'mma beat that shit like an MP
They wanna murk me for $10G
That cheap shit don't offend me
Nigga I had stripes before this rap shit
I run D and I MC