Lyrics:
making running repairs.
Everytime you run around, I think about another time
I think about moving
But then again just where
Everytime I go away, I
[Chorus: x2]
Hey this is no lie
Me and my n****s gettin' high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
You see Biggie be like
reconsider
We the grey to the grave, the clip to the MAC
We the ones who run the race
You the ones we overlap
You gotta be real to be a 7th Ward nigga
You
Nothing left to say
And all I've left to do
Is run away
From you
And she led me on, down
With secrets I can't keep
Close your eyes and sleep
Don't
10-4 over and out
The way we talk sometimes you'd think
Our love is filled with doubt
But when we're all alone by
The fireside of our home
The angry
by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master, master
Just call my name 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master,
Get 'em out by Friday
You don't get paid 'til the last one's well on his way
Get 'em out by Friday
It's important that we keep to schedule, there
Thought you might like to know
I'm the lorry driver man
She's on the run
Down by the river side
Feeding ducks by the afternoon tide
Apples and oranges
fuckin' homie
You'se a cold-ass nigga on them hogs
Sho' 'nuff
I keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
Now I'm back in the courtroom
Thought you might like to know
I'm the lorry driver man
She's on the run
Down by the river side
Feeding ducks by the afternoon tide
Apples and oranges
The car won't start, it's falling apart
I was late for work and the boss got smart
My panty line shows, got a run in my hose
My hair went flat,
lost
Now bein' on my own is a factor
So I become the neighborhood jacker
Gimme your car, run your jewels
Makin' a livin', robbin' fools
And if I
Thought you might like to know
I'm the lorry driver man
She's on the run
Down by the river side
Feeding ducks by the afternoon tide
Apples and oranges
fuckin' homie
You'se a cold-ass nigga on them hogs
Sho' 'nuff
I keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
Now I'm back in the courtroom
of the police (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself)
One day at a time, huh
They wanna say it's a war
I'll never let a day pass by,
Without a prayer or two
That heaven might find a way, so I
Might just run into you,
Just to be near you and to hear
Get 'em out by Friday
You don't get paid 'til the last one's well on his way
Get 'em out by Friday
It's important that we keep to schedule, there
now I'm settin up, the ultimate drive-by
And when you hear this shit
It make the world say "DAMN!", "I wanna kill Sam"
"Do the niggas run this
he's just your run-of-the-mill dragon, you know.
St. George: Mmm-hmm. Yes, Sir. You can go now.
Knave: Hey, by the way, how you gonna catch him?
St.
blasted, surrounded by niggas in masks
Sent with the task to harass and murder my ass
Will I last? heaven or hell? freedom or jail?
Shit's hard, who can
Grabbed that bitch by her hair
Drug her across the ground
And took her up to the highest diving board and tossed her down
Sorry coach, its too late
Yo, Mo Bee, mane, drop that shit
You know what time
Boo-ya, I know it's time for you
So grab one by the hand, you know what I'm sayin'?
And uh,
I'm out of there and mad cause I lost
Now bein' on my own is a factor
So I become, the neighborhood jacker
Gimme your car, run your jewels
(Hit us, mm, ah ah)
The car won't start, it's falling apart
I was late for work and the boss got smart
My panty line shows, got a run in my hose
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