Ain’t Nothing But A Gee Thang.. Son

Gee... you heard this... this… rapper talking like he don’t know we unjustly serve    
I run the South and the East, and your crew got the North and West locked on that swerve      
Let the words rip my Queen... let’s show these fucks what we really mean.”      
      
The Nun Runner      
     
Oh... you a hard dick on here talking cash shit      
It’s time I put a spin on some thangs, I’m the Nun Runner, bitch      
You think you got the lock of my Gee’s game      
Calling my dog off that mafia pyramid for a dud and fizzle my nizzle, without      
bringing the reign      
Only a snitch tells his plans when he’s ready to bring the hammer and the pain      
Separate those words so I can get peep      
Not worth the paper it’s written on, sissy ass words makes Lucifer even weep      
Glimpsing to see which weapons it takes to bring you down to your knees      
Tied hands behind your back, assassination style, getting high just      
listening to you plead      
A bitch like me likes to see a dick bleed      
     
Gee      
     
Nite... nite... after feeling my AK-57 pulling your cap back with a pop and a pow      
My Queen curving my name in your palm... for revenge... we ride and die like Bonnie and Clyde      
Watching your timid ass bleed, you dying tomorrow is now      
I run that hoe      
My lines makes her shit flow      
You a cocky son-of-a- bitch trying to come up through my Queen’s one woman show      
that will get you death son and that’s forsho      
That’s how a real gangsta row      
I will toss you up, blast your ass in your rear      
Add under my eye another tattoo of a fallen tear      
     
The Nun Runner      
     
Naw’ll Gee... you don’t talk for your Queen      
I run this ship, muzzle that mouth I can take a motherfucker down in his own wet dream      
If you don’t know how to hustle, steal, taking a nigga out, then you not fit to be a soldier on my team      
Don’t let that alter ego bitch, SKC who ruins my name      
I will fuck you, Gee will choke you, and then we both will bury your ass just to stay sane in this game      
     
Gee      
     
Now put that flow in reverse, like a Gee      
These street politics is for the elite who knows how to talk it, walk it, spit it, and dump your dead ass in the harbor like Boston tea      
You talking like you ain’t up on your par      
Your words carry no weight you sinking fast and far      
I already got you on your knees crying and wishing      
I will hunt you down with my government drone and take you out the      
game like you a paid commission      
Rolling out your flavor, like it has merit and taste      
My little nigga can break your down, torturing you, while choking on      
your dope, don’t worry, this crew will rob your stash while we wait      
Pistol whipping you just for fun      
Then putting you to sleep with my Tommy Gun      
     
The Nun Runner      
     
Stomping you down at the root, yet, loving you blindly to steal your stimulus loot      
How you gonna talk cash when your lyrics is bankrupted, unglued      
Fucking you and then straggling you with your own sheets until you come undone      
     
Gee      
     
I got the money, the bitches, my job to take you out is done, son      
Keep those outdated lyrics from Rapping for Dummies to yourself, and      
show me how a thug can really get down or better yet, run      
Shh… you hear that sound      
The noise emitted when picking your shattered ego up from off the ground      
There are jesters and there are clowns, which face you wearing today      
before you paint the town      
     
The Nun Runner      
     
Got my cat collar all tight around your bloody neck      
You pay me undercover for protection to keep your crew safe from a      
bullet being felt      
Knelt between my thighs, softy licking me like my handsome pet      
Your tongue is weak, next      
Mm…be gentle….. sike... now give me that motherfucking mic      
Crushing it, now give me my prize, you knock anything off my shoulder,      
then it becomes a cat fight      
Free-style, ghetto gritty that’s what pimps and hoes like      
I’m just now getting warmed-up, in the hunt for your blood, now      
scratching you off my hit list      
Someone ought to have told you to wear a Kevlar vest for this diss     
     
The Nun Runner so that you know……..bitchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh      
     
Gee      
     
Damn My Queen... you ruthless      
But I still can ride that phat ass like you my sexy dragon name toothless