Letras:
Boss Run Catch Kill

[Intro: excerpt from movie] "That's how you want is Mousse? Fine bitch, you got it! Just you and me.... one on one!" [Hook:] Run, catch and kill,

Ross] One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs Save the colors for the cars, see we kill for the fame (Ross) The boss made it, yeah, we floss flagrant

I run this underground rap shit And the mainstream nigga I'ma do like boo boo This Niggas right when they fuck Now I'ma come out And Kill 'em Hit the

: Chorus (Lloyd Banks): Niggas Know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to You can run your mouth I don't care but if

these niggas from the S-C-T, C-L-E? We got heat! Y'all know what happened to the thief when the king catch him stealin', got his hands in the cookie jar

murder Killer when the night falls And it aint shit to kill cuz I really don't love ya Don't run, run, run, I like my knife Run up with that gun, gun,

'm a.. {"And who the fuck are you?"} Knock you out like NyQuil, I'll kill you quick You sucker-for-love-ass trick So don't run up, wit ya gun up Cause

keep copastedic means I'm too the hood coper led in my automatic when im in yo hood wish you would try to flex boss pistol in my dwars hollywood north memphis boss

had the right plan but you had the wrong mans Tryin to build a clique like the hypnotize camp Im knowing it wouldnt work so i just sit back And watch how the trains just run off the track Cause it'd be too many losses to many bosses