got my nine Ring the alarm, and strong arm must run Some niggaz need to feel me with a passion I'm old fashioned, run up on me nigga and get blasted With
when they start bleedin Sayin "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they ass leakin When they window roll down and that A.K. come out You can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out And you can run
is got (I run New York!) [Ludacris:] Put the needle on the record and the needle in your veins If luda's on ya record it will never be the same cause luda makes hits other
slut to suck a dick Motherfuck ducked, what the fuck? son of a bitch Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit Can't tell me shit about the tricks
, my close affiliates be rippin it illin it adrenaline spendin and killin shit Chorus [Fredro Starr] Yo, yo I'm on some other shit, run up on your
the mic, find another cat to bite You ain't tight, cause all you do is COPY (riiight?) [Esoteric Talking] Hahah, don't worry about Landspeed payin' me...Worry about
't have to learn to beat them streets and get that dough What if I never witnessed killings with my own two eyes Bussin leave they own folks layin in the street
cops break my peers Tryin' to hold on to a couple more years Tryin' not to get blown away Keep my eye out for jakes Ears to the streets Other eye out
It's that Bone Thug nigga with them still-ass balls We let 'em hang and the sparks fly I'm talkin about scrapin the streets and nigga movin so fast we
, still to the glock glock [Wish Bone:] Aw yeah, I'ma hit 'em with the murda mo. See 'em, better let it go Bet they gon' run, run. Nine millimeter plus
, I guess you smell some money. Get out my pockets, betta count your shit It's still St. Clair wig-split. Four other niggas that I run with, you dont
ghetto that just can't stay out Ain't nowhere to run ain't nowhere to hide And it ain't no way out [Flesh N Bone & Bizzy Bone] Could you tell where you run
As long as that one little nigga Sagging and bragging and talking loud Talking about he bout it bout it Nigga I got yo whole clik Real niggas don't run
.. Comin? bitches ain?t come easy My niggers shout my niggers cheer Six more ? bitch that?s the ?. What you want what you need Cut a ? fucking streets
Rep and make you wanna accept more Niggas analyze the jewel that I reveal in a rhyme I'm like something that has evolved about a million times Peep the
and COME THROUGH I got shit for all of you to wild out and DUMB TO Back and bust your gun too Nowhere to run to This shit is the jerk So run your jewels
to be one less Til you run and tell the rest that I'm the best I sang sweet, but brang heat to bang meat We all on the same street And it's not that
Of course we're about to stir up Some shit thick as Mrs Buttersworth's syrup It's the mr. picked on Christopher Reeves Just for no reason other than