Damn it feels good to be a runna
A real runna-ass skraacha plays her cards right
A real runna-ass skraacha never runs her fuckin mouth
Cuz real runna-ass skraachas dont start fights
And breeders always gotta high cap
And trogs always gotta high cap
And halfers always gotta high cap
Ujnort always gotta high cap
Showin all his boys how he shot em
But real runna-ass skraachas dont flex chrome
Cuz real runna-ass skraachs know they got em
And everythings cool in the mind of a runna
Cuz runna-ass skraachas think deep
Up three-sixty-five a year 24/7
Cuz real runna ass skraachas dont sleep

And all I gotta say to you
Wannabe, gonnabe, soysuckin, daisy-eatin buundas
Cuz when the Star comes down what the fuck you gonna do
Damn it feels good to be a runna

Damn it feels good to be a runna
Feedin the poor and hepin out wit they bills
Although I was born in Atlanta
Now Im in the ucas makin deals
Damn it feels good to be a runna
I mean one that you dont really know
Ridin around town in a daimler-benz
Hittin switches in my black six-fo
Now runna-ass skraachas come in all shapes and colors
Some got killed in the past
But this runna here is a smart one
Started living for the dragon and Ill last

Now all I gotta say to you
Wannabe, gonnabe, daisy-eatin soysuckin buundas
When the bugs come down what the fuck you gonna do
Damn it feels good to be a runna

Damn it feels good to be a runna
A real runna-ass skraacha knows the play
Real runna-ass skraachas get the flyest of the Johnsons
Ask that runna-ass skraacha little slamm
Now Jays look at runna-ass skraachas like a stop sign
And play the role of rich uncle pennybags
But catch the slitch all alone get the digit take her out
And then dump-tracin the bank with the tags
Cuz runna-ass skraachas be the king playas
And everythings quiet in the clique
A runna-ass skraacha pulls the trigger
And his partners in the posse aint tellin off shit
Real runna-ass skraachas dont talk much
All ya hear is the black from the gun blast
And real runna-ass skraachas dont run for shit
Cuz real runna-ass skraachas cant run fast
Now when you in the free world talkin shit do the shit
Hit the pen and let the mothabuundas shank ya
But skraachas like myself kick back and peep game
Cuz damn it feels good to be a runna

And now, a word from the president!
Damn it feels good to be a runna
Gettin voted into the white house
Everything lookin good to the people of the world
But the mafia family is my boss
So every now and then I owe a favor gettin down
Like lettin a big drug shipment through
And send em to the poor community
So we can bust you know who
So voters of the world keep supportin me
And I promise to take you very far
Other leaders better not upset me
Or Ill send a million hackas to die at war
To all you technocrats, that helped me win
I sincerely like to thank you
Cuz now I got the world swingin from my hez
And damn it feels good to be a runna

Now we need someone who looks like a Gangsta record it for YouTube.

Anybody wondering, I wrote this at 1:11ish local time. Lack of sleep make brain dribble drearily down da drain.

Considering that one of the Geto Boys has dwarfism, this works on so many layers. It's meta-parody.