Debedebedebedebedebedebe-ish-oh!

You don't wanna run up (come on, get it, uh[x2])
You don't wanna run up (come on, get it, uh)

Yeah, you won't come up

You don't wanna run up (come on, get it, uh[x2])
You don't wanna run up (come on, get it, uh)

Debebedebedebedebedebedebe-ish-oh!(you won't come up!)

[rodney o]
You don't wanna run up
You know what's happenin'
Rodney o can do more than just rappin'
I'll drop a bomb on your jaw like foreman
Take you on one-on-one like jordan
Step back and say 'man, what you thought'
Smoke you like a cigarette, and not get caught
Now you know that i don't play
I beat you down like a crip from l. a.
So you don't wanna run up, you get done up
Beat you down from night until sun-up
'cause i'm gettin' fed up, we can go head up
Rodney o's on the mic and won't let up

[joe cooley]
You don't wanna run up, 'cause you're plain scared
Joe cooley, the dj's nightmare
Comin' off straight lopin' crazy
'cause i know you djs can't fade me
Joe cooley's on the mic for the first time
Straight doggin' and hoggin' to get mines
These hands i can use 'em like a fo'ten[?]
Why don't you run up.. and let me check that chin
With the grin, puttin' doohickeys on your head
Next to dogs and the suckers start runnin' scared
When i grab the mic, you better shut up
Like i said, n-gga, you don't wanna run up

(repeat intro 'chorus' x4)

(tell 'em)

[general]
Fool, you get done up

You don't wanna run up
You get done up
Beat down, from sun-down 'till sun-up
So what up, step up, if you wanna get wax
Cause i'm put motherf-ckers on they back
Take my advice and don't step to the general
Cause when it's on that n-gga's invisible
It don't matter if the odds are in your favor
You betta fear that mafioso-type behavior
I don't wanna say what i might do
Cause my next victim might be you
You talkin' trash and you don't wanna shut up
Yeah.. but you don't wanna run up

[rodney o]
You don't wanna run up, i put my gun up
In your face fool, so what you wanna do fool
Good to go, rodney o'll start waxin' ya
And like a psycho i'll keep comin' after ya
I'm not showin' no shame or mercy
Killin' rhymes and suckas in the first degree
So hit the deck, chump, as if i was robbin' ya
So don't run up on the hip-hop mafia
Can you cope with the dopeness i'm throwin' to ya
What you got, fool, we got the formula
So don't run up, ya'll, the new anthem
Rodney o droppin' fools at random-

[general takes over]
-how could you figa', that you could pull the trigger
On a six-foot-fo' n-gga, bigger than you, so what you wanna do
General jeff ain't a punk and won't be punked
Breakin' n-ggas down to the size of a tree stump
Don't keep up tryin' to do a bum rush
Cause i'll show you the meanin' of a bone crush (urr)
Stomp your ass like a grape
And with a quickness, i won't hesitate
To smoke your crew like a barbeque pit
You don't wanna run up, so sit
Back and watch daddy rip up the track
The hip-hop mafia's takin' over rap!