Who who Can i run to (dat ouside dick dat outside dick) Who who Can i run to (dat ouside dick keep dem hoes sick) Who who Can i run to (dat ouside dick
) Who-who Can I Run To? (Soulja Slim) Who-that, Who-that Outside Dick, That Outside Dick Who-who Can I Run To? (Soulja Slim) Who-that, Who-that Outside
Who-who Can I Run To? (Soulja Slim) Who-that, Who-that Outside Dick, That Outside Dick Who-who Can I Run To? (Soulja Slim) Who-that, Who-that Outside
foundation yaknowhatI'msayin? Nuttin but love for the old school That's who we gonna do this one for, ya feel me? "What more could I say? I wouldn't
hell but when i'm walking on tha street kid my name rings bells and I never fell nigga I stand to tall i'm just a thug motherfucker who was born to brawl
you know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal If my record
world, but you still can't picture no Nigga like me, Pimp tight, the original... MJG I'm the one who told a girl to find a trick nigga she can run to
on fire, and I didn't even try (try) Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die (Ayy) [Bridge - Akon] Cause if you lookin' for me you you can
Call my nut now I'm up I'm gone holla at ya Kittie I got through lil tonight me and the H-Beezey I can't be late I'm gone see ya when I could Here's
be thuggin' - I stay in some beef Baby and Slim keep tellin' me, "Juvenile, stay off them streets." I can't help - I draw attention; they be fuckin' with me I
Haters, I don't like'em, bitches, I don't trust'em Niggas, I can't stand'em, I creep down and pluck'em Strap say in my hand, I gotta protect mine Niggas
then it might be a mistake Cuz if I get sent to D.C., I'm sendin Dice to DE With three p's, so when I get out, he can see me for real, cuz the streets
getting tired I've run out of fire I can't go any farther But Cherie you must try harder Joan, I'm down, my ankle I can't go on, but I can't leave you
the West coast back on the map bay-bee Check my styles, check my files I've been gangbangin since I was a juvenile They cut me loose in nine-deuce I swore
yo I can still hear my victims yellin' but I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense if I didn't shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under
three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin' but I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense if I didn't shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit
