by me Where you sold your soul Girl, I told you so Yeah, just don't come runnin' to me And in the morning, evening, baby, afternoon Don't you come runnin
when your looks outdated You go running around And if you want to chase that ghost That's alright by me You sold your soul Girl I told you so Just don't come
: Darryl 'Big D' Harper, (Tupac - in background)] (And my ni**az roll and ride, hahaha ni**az gettin swoll out And it don't stop and it don't quit That real s**t
the block with my glass in my hand Damn, I hope it don't spill Nigga chill, shit is real cock back my steel Still runnin' from the police I gets no sleep
don't play Better get out the way, you ain't ever seen real go realer Do not be thankin' we soft or we sweet Come on the opposite side of the beach
Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand Damn, I hope it don't spill Nigga chill, shit is real cock back my steel Still runnin' from the police
, I don't think how you rap stars will think I rush you, like you made the last call for drinks My pipes burst and I ain't installed the sink A radiator
but you can't stop me Look around, look around, punk police Me haf to blast back, cause blast back best They got me runnin' from the five O Duckin' and
mon I'm fanna take ya to the spot where the homies roam We surely don't, take no shit from nobody So don't trip on nobody, get a clip in to body huh This
my niggaz, hommie we don't play Better get out the way, you ain't ever seen real gorilla Do not be thankin' we soft or we sweet Come on the opposite
/ Believe me, I'm serious dawg/ You straight from the hood, good/ I'm thug, we in every hood/ They don't really want none, they don't want none, just
my niggaz roll and ride) It's gon' be goin' round as the world turns (Niggaz gettin' swoll out) And steady turnin' (And it don't stop and it don't quit
cash, block and we blast Bitch nigga throw em up, we still don't give a fuck This is Flex shit we party reckless you can't exit And all my nillas if
blast Bitch nigga throw em up, we still don't give a fuck This is Flex shit we party reckless you can't exit And all my nillas if you willin to win it
with the thorough heads We gettin ghost on them hoes and yo I got no love for the *five-o* I'm runnin' from the police Outro: Don Gargon ?? to fade
