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MC Eiht - Run 4 Your Life lyrics
In the muthafuckin house Niggas on the run in the house Little hawk & bird in the house I say da foe in the house New style in the house Geah Muthafuckas wanna run at the lip Ego trip, ima grab the clip Uh, hit the stick from the chronic sack Suicidal (geah), homicidal Kinda vital (right) Maniac with the mac is back, no drama For your momma more trauma (geah) Its more shootin, its more buckin Its more slicin, its more dicin, its more - fuckin (right) Insane in the membrane Makes me leave dead bodies in the tub cause I got no love For my momma (stick) or my daddy (shit) Now Im solo Oh no, out the roof of the caddy Never will I be beated is the attitude (right) Because Im always heated And just like waco ima put em on their back (right) When Im schemin muthafuckas just try to attack And in fact to the wack ima show no slack Got a muthafucka sweatin like I hit some crack Never stable, loose cable Live wire, for hire, under fire (geah) Get your shit slit with a knife Hard niggs better run for their fuckin life Run... niggas... cmon... Eyes roll back when I hit the spliff (shit) Throwin dead bodies off the side of a clip, uh Get my kicks outta killin with a dirty gat (right) Execution style, can you picture that? (geah) Get on your knees (drop), nigga please (right) You fucked Get your hands up (cmon) It wont hurt like I told ya 2 to your dome muthafucka now its over, uh Niggas keep on duckin Fuck the devil its myself that keep see buckin Not that white devil bruce springsteen Im the boss so the cost is you gon get tossed (geah) Never can I be faded, cant whip it Double stick it cause Im wicked Aint no future in your frontin Put you on front street and punk Ill keep dumpin (dump dump dump) And I aint done yet (geah), you got about 8 secs fore I grab the muthafuckin tec Get your dome checked as I start to dump like phife Muthafuckas better run for your fuckin life Run... cmon... geah... Run niggas (compton) Run niggas (west side) Run (stick em) Looks like a full moon (thats right) After I loot ya Im a shoot ya then boot ya In the corner and you screamin And Im bettin you sweatin Cause your ass keep dreamin, nigga you done pissed me off Just cant stand it, goddamnit, too soft Wicked as I kick it like soccer (geah) Better be watchin ? ? ? cause ima cluck ya Endonesia, the gangsta pleaser One time - for your mind Wreckin your braids Causin you pain got you in check When I got my hands around your neck Squeezin (geah) tighter than you can imagine Coughin up blood as your ass keep gaggin (cmon) Boo-yah! how you like me now like a cricket Then you give me click it when ima stick it Meanin you seeled your fate (cmon) Meanin you cant escape Meanin you best think twice (right) Meanin you run for your life Run... nigga... cmon... Run Geah And we runnin that shit you know Im sayin? Niggas on the run Lil hawk & bird The new style, you know Im sayin? For the ninety fizzy... Oh... da foe in the house Geah |
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