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Mobb Deep - On the Run lyrics
[Havoc] You know my weapons conventional, blow a hole, then you folding You be the death of you, every do, last view will be arial Put the Range on off road, the woods to bury you Never question my M.O., or the ammo I carry, a state Crime or federal, task force to battle you Faggots, know what the lead'll do, put ya vest on daddy Them slugs will burn like verenial, off top to carry you Dirty laundry, we airing you, respect my gangsta, and shotty You little raps don't grab me, the truth'll hurt for they addy They drink the drink and rade the pain, to build some courage to clap me Give a fuck if it's tellin' you, more the merry, I'm marry to guns Muthafucka, pull ligaments, nigga, they vary Being need of some medical, livin' life as vegetable Take that, think about it and don't try nothin' fancy Make a move and I'll level you, like a bomb with atomic forces Niggaz betta pray and kiss they crosses Holy water to bless you, them slugs will tear your tissue And clog the fuck outta a vassel, and got you seeing me crystal Niggaz sweatin' in they sleep, I got them sleepin' with pistols I'm the dope, you the fiend, fuckin' right, I'm fiction [Chorus 2X: Havoc] Shot a nigga from frontin', I'm on the run now Nigga try to fuck with my hustle, I'm on the run now Used to gettin' paper, I'm touchin', I'm on the run now Life is so good, nigga, push me, I'm on the run now [Prodigy] Nigga be duckin' and slidin', cuz they know we providin' All the shots for they night, they on us, we got it It's on us, you can put ya money back ya pocket Keep ya chains and ya watches, this is deeper than robbing I want your soul muthafucka, see you deep in some shit Now you catchin' and shifts, and now I'm ready to flip Without a thought, now we up in the whips We pay our own music, yeah, yo, we all on our dicks Got these bitches nose open, they be breezin' and fiendin' Got her shootin' at people, mad cuz they do leave them They can't believe it, now my car change with the seasons When the spring, summer, fall, the truck droppin' the t-rex I be boatin' and flying, strapped in when I'm driving Be on the side walking off, we truly be wilding They got billions behind 'em, still can't fuck with our rhyming And these songs overpower, where shit they frontin'. [Chorus 2X] |
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