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    "Run" Lyrics


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    (feat. Lo)

    C'mon, c'mon, RUN

    [Hook 2x's - Lo]
    Vice pull up, what you gon' do - RUN
    When blue and white's come, what you gon' do - RUN
    If you can't get away then stash the gun
    Before you get popped off, have some fun

    9 times outta 10, you escape when you run
    But if you can't get away then toss the gun
    You'll be seein' that county cell
    You'll be livin' in county hell
    Niggaz in the bullpen'll erase yo block
    Muthafuckin' Ricans done stole yo car
    You wanna see this type of shit - NO
    You wanna go this type of place - NO
    All bullshit aside nigga jail ain't fun
    Especially when you can't make yo bail and run
    Sittin' in the D-A room talkin' about appeal
    They ain't tryin' to hear that shit, be for real
    When you hear that you'll be payin' a lot
    Tryin' to cop out boy ?? hot
    Ain't goin' home cause you ain't got bond
    Betcha next time you'll remember to RUN

    [Hook 2x's]

    Cops see the same old niggaz on the block
    Cops see the same niggaz in the same spot
    It ain't they fault that you wasn't on point
    26 hundred ?? in the joint
    Mad at the nigga that had yo back
    Is he the same nigga that had the pack
    They knew every place that you hid the dough
    So you the muthafucka that wasn't on post
    Playin' with them hoes all outta control
    Served too slow when PIG's in the hole
    If you knew you had a ??
    Why the fuck you act like ice and froze
    What was you thinkin' when you sold that crown
    You coulda been bout three blocks down
    Hittin' gates and gateways and all that
    Kept all the cash, the yay, and the gat
    Took you a break, woulda smoked you a blunt
    Came back out and shot back up
    C'mon, c'mon, and RUN

    [Hook 2x's]

    Leave the gateway open so I can dip through the back
    Smokin' ?? they got in a pack
    Tippin' from all the hypes that's pullin' up on bikes
    What the hell am I doin' out here servin' with two strikes
    Niggaz don't know I'm trainin' to be a track star
    (Whoop, Whoop - Errrrr!) Put yo hands on the car
    You must be one of them tight big niggaz that's old
    But I'm from the bigger number with the rhythm and roll
    I hit blocks, dip cops
    Kept the knot, dropped the glock, ended up on Wilcox
    It don't even matter now cause I done throwed them rocks
    Went through a house that I don't know like I was Goldie Locks
    I broke a sweat
    Now I'm smokin' dro in a Lac
    I'm throwin' a pack
    Shit, I ain't never goin' back
    If I happen to go to jail, niggaz better tryin'
    I make a getaway cleverly and never see time cause I'll RUN

    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Caitlin for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, SHAPIRO BERNSTEIN & CO. INC., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by John C. Popper.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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