Lyrics:
to run
Still the sirens sung
Oh, I never could
Ever really run
From the things she's done
With her serpent-tongue
But baby don't you know
That lately I
you can't make'em drink
When it rains it pours and when it pours it rains
I put my family first Im just wanna run up some commas
Gotta good heart keep
don't give a fuck!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street
in shock
Kick to your face
Power to my moves
I read all the books
Only real gs understand this shit
Can't stop by girl
We running from the federals
Run
the bands, hey
Started from the bottom of the slums
Run the bands, run the bands, hey
Jesse Owens while I'm on this run
(Ay, you better tell that bitch
came way too far, I can't fuck it up
I got niggas that die by the gang, gang (gang)
Stupid, be honest, you fuck with us (hey)
Hearin' no one can
fuck with you guys
If I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time
I ain't no gangster but I got some bangers
Some chains and some blades
walked into cali, the place was packed
Sir too $hort "don?t stop that rap"
I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time
You got no rhymes, so you listen
I want you to be the way I want you to be and when you're not it hurts me like shredded tape, something sticky for security wrapped tight around
release to you from us lot
celebrating the 20th of August for us, because that was... I told you this, we got on stage 20 minutes early
for that gig. We got
Joe Crack, Remy Ma
This is Dolla $ign, oh ya
Understand, you gotta understand a nigga
Gotta run the town
Every time I'm in your city, make 'em
degree
And it can't be-a-boy unless you be D
You can't bust a cherry or crush a grape
And if you ain't got this tape you're in bad shape
Beats flow from
BUJA SOCIAL
For The Money
Pick up your moda4cking call
We've got Kboss
Dj S-Naira
Tobi With The Wave
On dis 1
Ha ha
Puff puff pass
Sounds strange
trust you better run(x4)
VERSE 2
It’s ashame
How i bring the pain
How i make it rain
I confused you lame
I got the fame
But ain’t much changed
I’m still
hungry off this block and they countin on me to feed em
Got a car load of chickens and we bout to go home and eat em
I'm cravin everything from cabbage
from the start
I got caution tape wrapped around my heart
You were a mistake, never sent from God
I needed a warning
I needed a warning
Warning
Warning
Keep 'em there
Yo, run the jewels, run the jewels, run the jewels
Can you feel it?
I used to be rollin' like a millionaire
Cash in a flash,
bitch
I can't motherfuckin' stop movin'
Go against me, you won't stop losin'
From the city where every month is May-
Day at home, spray your dome
anthem
Baby this one for my fallen Soldiers
Came from the eight oh eight
Girl I thought I told you
Ooo woo ooo
Its P-U-N-A, when we in CA
If I'm in HI, you
anthem
Baby this one for my fallen Soldiers
Came from the eight oh eight
Girl I thought I told you
Ooo woo ooo
Its P-U-N-A, when we in CA
If I'm in HI, you
the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't
anthem
Baby this one for my fallen Soldiers
Came from the eight oh eight
Girl I thought I told you
Ooo woo ooo
Its P-U-N-A, when we in CA
If I'm in HI, you
newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin
shit and a thick plastic
I got this duck tape stuck in my pocket for one reason
You can stop screamin' stop squermin' or stop breathin'
Cause I
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