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Trick Daddy - Run Nigga lyrics
I thought all our problems were over} Westcoast we're not suppose to know better I suppose we just suppose to let this shit happen huh? You mother fuckers done lost y'all mind Y'all done bumped y'all mother fuckin head Now there's got to be somethin done bout all this shit that's occurrin I don't like it I don't like it one mother fuckin bit Trick Daddy: Free me I've been captured by some demons They drainin my blood Taken samples of my semen Got the nerve to call me crazy Tappin all my telephones Questioning my lady's But I trained them every summer Hope to ball and never fumble Survive in the jungle It stinks like Stevie Wonder Rainy days, I'll be the thunder No carma and no drama So I gots to ask my mama Yo, why Kenny left me starvin Didn't daddy do his part? She explained she had a heart She did all that she could do; She kept her faith in god {Its Hard} Courus: x2 You better run nigga Do ya thang nigga Get off a chain nigga Cause you's a free nigga Run nigga Thang nigga Chain nigga {What} I'm holding in my hand an original copy of the emancipation proclamation Much to my dismay I noticed that Lincoln forgot to sign it And that means technically I'm still a slave and you're still a slave owner Tre+6 : I rest around the roudy bout it g niggas And niggas who wanna be known as thugs Livin the life because they wanna boom in money and drugs But ain't no love when they spray Pray for them everyday Cause they kill ya dead and take ya bread if you play with they late To my dismay my niggas ain't no thugs They some slaves tryin to runaway to a better day And anything in they way, they gonna crush it But if ain't about that flow then don't discuss it Plopin and pumpin we off the chain and disgusted Willin to die for anything, and that's official Without or with you, pistol be government issued With the scrached off word so the Tre would be observed We serve, L-Ron fuckin with nerve Funk Boogie: See no like myself See I hear no, speak no, see no evil Except for them demons that be by lookin like everyday people Tryin to get up in my mindframe, stop me from doing my thang See if I was a killa, y'all would hear my nine milli {WHAT} bang But na that never was my skillo, Funk Boogie mostly just be like chillen Dealin wit these crooked villains, standin ready like Freddie Tryin to whoop a nigga for somethin That's why I'm on the rock so for sure they gets nothin Except a nigga asscrack, kiss it, runaway slave, that's the click We set you free nigga, break yourself from the clinch Courus: x 2 Tre+6 : Samba bring dead ain't got shit to live for Talkin bout you real how you killed so Scared to death, shakin like a dildo Find something to live for It's sad to see you with that slave mentality Let me set you free, come follow my cracks ain't no lookin back Better run like hell, for sure you'll end up dead, don't bump your head Man I'm bout to make right for you and me To my ghetto children, Be Free See how life's suppose to be Run nigga What Thang nigga What Chain nigga What {It's over} Run nigga What {it's over} Thang nigga What {it's over Chain nigga What {it's over} {Nigga we runaway slaves} {Nigga we runaway slaves and we ain't going back |
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