open, Run is runnin a race Takin what's mine and what's left is a waste Leavin them behind and all suckers on the chase Got a dope track, comin real dope
him They would try him, try him, everytime he was slick But he never would slip, he always had his grip And if he did, he'd get away cuz he was just to
of you, i'm feelin said and blue You went away, now my life is filled with rainy days I love you so, how much you'll never know Cause you took your dope away
, everybody hit your knees, lets leave Get the cheese, make away with the blow Slip in the door, right before we do the show Mr. Dope Man, your looking
Randy Mac is clockin a stupid grip On the party track I'm cold lampin But when the Syndicate rolls I be jackin You thought I fell off, I ain't even slipped
This is it, dope from the fly kid The Ice mic is back with the high bid Suckers you've lost 'cause players you're not, gangstas you ain't You're faintin
juggling, bugging With thoughts in my head knowing crack kills Out for papes gotta let the Desert Eagle blow I get cacked, this rap shit is legal though Check the resume, slip
9-ball Put triggers on niggas In rivers, that's where they find y'all So drop to your knees That's the position, assume it bitch You slip and you're
run And get away with me llello I see me, the murderer I didn't want to take his life But the nigga tried to run And get away with me llello I see me
from squeezin' a Mac too much? Nigga be robbing the dice game, while me and lil wack you up Trippin', stole and stripped cars for a livin' Stayed away
old wanna be me, asshole nigga Come with some real niggas from East Oakland, nigga I'm a Bad-N-Fluenz, so keep your fucking kids away from me 'Cause
mean Blood an 'causez don't mean Crip an Oakland is a term for broke bitches makin grip when we sip we laid out, to drip-drip dry we be slip-slip
slay me right? And you other motherfuckers out here banging for change Need to wise up and seek personal gain Or maintain some type of pain Cause they don't give away
in front of me, but I wont run away I put the gun away but sometimes my hand ditches But I don't want to get locked away cause I whack bitches I left
Grabs on his nuts but just what if It was never meant it was just an accident But he tripped, fell, slipped and his penis went in His teeny tiny little
top 'Vette doing ninety Front seat fresh ho, no five, oh, behind me I know it is a fat house party, so yo bust the def left Rich baby's parents went away
fingers it out like crack Bout to slip through it like a fiend Bout to pick through the pictures of the game, like a dream Like ye, from from away, from
to the channel so their energy will work on me All in the cut like surgery and burnt to the third degree internally, avoid an away story 40 and slip