run for your life) ha ha (save ya'self) Chicago is in this motherfucker tonight Thats my word I suggest niggaz (run for your life) And try'ta (save ya
him But, I got news for ya They gon be picking out a suit and shoes for ya, cause I'm bout to get rude with ya They better mind, cause I'll whoop me a
circle circle, dot dot, you catch your speed, not Feel that, cos this type of vibe sounds done (Far from the...., to the doe-run-run-run to the doe-run-run
us in the iron bus Leak ya, two liters of red juice, Hawaaiin punch So what you boys gon' do to me, I'm born street Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach
re eyein' us in the iron bus Leak ya, two liters of red juice, Hawaiian punch So what you boys gon' do to me, I'm born street Your life's sweet, MTV's
eyein' us in the iron bus Leak ya, two liters of red juice, Hawaaiin punch So what you boys gon' do to me, I'm born street Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna
brother's about to get naughty! [4X] [Run] How ya livin on the ill side, makin a livin driven, never givin a damn about the women and if this is life
' wig, nigga If your block gettin' money nigga, I want in Run it in before I run in Your spot 200 glocks and 100 men Droppin' More shells than run and
ya soul spin when the ping load in, Au revoir, goodbye, now applaud [Verse 4 - Lil' Chuckee] Young money lil' G, Battle juice in my blood, Jumpin' at ya
hut the way that bitch be shoutin' Somethin' like a scary movie, nigga but I'm scarier Bury ya, Memphis Tenn black Heaven area Buck nigga, get buck bitch, get wit' mey 'N I'mma show ya
, make the grave Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll, Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this, Take ya
the grave Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll, Mr. doc, baby reg, brotha lynch, big dan We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this, Take ya
the visions coming Is juices running when ya done in Fear only make me curious, I'll never be afraid But if you slip you pay your life here come the
what that proved I aint seen shit new check ya bunch of bodies out of film hoe the Prophet Posse let ya live we'll kill ya next year Chorusx4
We gotta break ya bitch Comin' up stays on my mind So we gotta drop a busta A playa hatin' nigga or a crooked cop Run up If ya wanna It aint no
