Tytuł: Run

• Wykonawca: Twista
• Wyświetleń: 251

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
  
  [Lo]
  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]
  
  [Lo]
  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]
  
  [Twista]
  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
  
  [Hook]