We Run This Shit (WC Mix) - Sonic Misfits (2025)

Описание: Music & Lyrics: J Palliser & MC Knight
Produced: J Palliser & MC Knight

[Intro]
Yeah...
This that West Coast war cry.
Muthafuckas forgot who the fk we are.
Let me remind 'em...
We don’t ask.
We don’t beg.
We run this shit.


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[Verse 1]
Yeah I walk like I’m bulletproof, talk like I’m wired,
Got the hood in my veins and the block on fire.
Ain’t no peace treaty, just street committee,
Where the judge throw time like it’s free confetti.

Niggas got stripes, not likes or streams,
Earned 'em in shootouts, not no TikTok memes.
West coast vet, still rugged and real,
You internet gangstas don’t know how steel feel.

I came from them corners where your name ring bells,
Where we fight for respect, not award show shells.
You brag on your deals, we brag on our dead,
You rap for a check, we bled what we said.

Got my boots in the dirt, my hand on the trigger,
I’m Ruckus Caine, bitch, not your favorite lil’ figure.
You sweet as a latte, soft in the core,
We kicked down doors while your mama mopped floors.


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[Hook]
(We run this shit) – from Watts to CPT,
From Oakland blocks to Slauson streets.
(We run this shit) – no co-sign needed,
Tattooed the code in blood, undefeated.
(We run this shit) – fuck your playlist picks,
I built this empire with a fist and a stick.
(We run this shit) – don’t get it confused,
Y’all playin’ rap, we payin’ dues.


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[Verse 2]
I don’t bow to no trends, I make ‘em rewind,
Every bar I spit got a chalk line behind.
I was raised by O.G.’s, killers and kings,
Not these industry clowns in glittery rings.

I seen the penitentiary swallow whole crews,
While these label execs sip lattes and cruise.
Fuck your yacht party, I’m from the riots,
Where a Molotov cocktail is the diet.

No mercy, no pause, we stomp and smash,
Still throw up the W with middle fingers to the past.
Still got beef with the badge and the judge,
Still ride low while the pistols give hugs.

Y’all worship awards, I worship my name,
You live for applause, I live through the flame.
I don’t do peace — I do power and truth,
I don’t need a hook, bitch — I just need a booth.


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[Hook]
(We run this shit) – from the county to the pen,
From grave plots to tattoos on skin.
(We run this shit) – where real ones dwell,
With a burner in the couch and a scale by the shell.
(We run this shit) – this west ain’t soft,
Better learn before your chain gets knocked.
(We run this shit) – front, get laid,
Either ride with the Cube or die in the shade.


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[Bridge]
They think this rap sht cute now.
Colorful hair. Skinny jeans.
Auto-Tune lullabies.
Nah, btch...
This was forged in riots, bullets, and courtrooms.
We run this. And we been runnin’ it.


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[Verse 3]
I seen brothers get snatched and vanish for life,
Whole set locked down ‘cause one fool talkin’ right.
But I still roll solo with a chip on my shoulder,
Still walk like I got one clip in the holster.

I ain’t sellin' out, I ain't dancin’ for brands,
I still write verses with blood on my hands.
You cappin’ on socials, I’m mapped in the streets,
You trend for a week — I breathe in these beats.

Still got the ‘Lac sittin’ low with the golds,
Still got the weight of the west on my soul.
You rap for blogs, I rap for the blocks,
You mimic the look — I invented the walk.

If it’s war, let it be — we ain't shook or sweet,
We done bled too long to retreat from heat.
So salute the O.G.'s, or get steamrolled quick,
This Ruckus, muthafucka —
And we run this shit.


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[Hook]
(We run this shit) – ain’t nothin’ changed,
Still war-ready when the sirens rang.
(We run this shit) – ten toes, no flinch,
Put a crown on the game with a murder trench.
(We run this shit) – fuck your playlist lies,
We don’t dance for views — we strategize.
(We run this shit) – respect the code,
Or get buried in a verse with your chain and gold.


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[Outro]
Yeah...
Don’t ever forget who built this house.
Brick by brick. Bar by bar.
Y’all visitors.
I’m the landlord.
And your rent’s past due.
We run this shit.

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