You better run, you better run But the one thing that I ask That you live without reserve That you find out what you need You sure it's you deserve You better run
chiller But push my button watch your life cause I transform to a killer Me sipping the drink me smoking me dank me tipping me herb and formaldehyde Open it all of me
search of a better planet Realism hard to understand, we stand slanted and still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me I pray to black Jesus to please take the rest of me
here we go" Verse One: 2Pac Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? I smoke a blunt and freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers kill me
alright, don't trip baby *inhales* It'll get better... *coughing* Ay do this Thug style main, Thug style When this whole beat drop we just gon' run
[feat. Run This] [Chorus: Esoteric] You wanna (change the game) Cha-cha (chasin' fame) We run this, that will (stay the same) You better (pray for rain
the game plan ain't goin' my way, I threaten to leave If we leave man the crowd goes to set or to sleep Who's better than me, diamonds'll be testin'
[Intro] "Ladies and gentlemen" [scratching: Vinnie Paz] "Y'all better listen to this" [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Yo, yo, I'm Jesus my right hand writes diseases
pussy nigga you know you ain?t from the south [Verse 1 - Birdman] Junior Catch me in the whip, extra with the clip Leaning to the right side army guns
Money Cash-Cash-Cash Money I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead [Birdman:] Yeah, Cash Money Is An Army Nigga, Yuh Better
Ey pussy nigga you know you ain't from the south [Verse 1: Birdman] Junior Catch me in the whip, extra with the clip Leaning to the right side army
Veil Brides and their label. LYRICS(let me know if you find mistakes): Welcome to your life We have got you in our sites Where thoughts of God are better
clear through Tennessee Feel like my soul is beginning to expand Look into my heart and you will sort of understand You brought me here, now you're trying to run me
is breakin' 'em down Me breakin' 'em down, man Bump the Enterpri$e is breakin' 'em down Me breakin' 'em down, man Me breakin' down, me breakin' down Me
t be bucking on my Bone When someone's home and never play to me And pray to me, can't play with me So label me a runaway slave And "Cest la vie"! Murda
Leave me alone) Ringaling, ah ling, me alone Ringaling, ah ling me alone (Leave me alone) Ringaling, ah ling, me alone Ringaling, ah ling me alone (Leave me
to Eazy through the Ouija So I can see If maybe he can tell me Why you're hatin on me, bitin on me Why you want me To show a nigga Leather Face, and
