Run Songtext
von Mitchy Slick

In case he tries to bolt
Fuck
Right at the last second when I thought it was
Gonna be over, he all of a sudden decided to run
Fucking blood, I′m finna break homie
Fuck it, I'm breaking, I′m outta here, blood, fuck these niggas, homie
But he doesn't run very far
Fuck it, aw, aw, aw, blood, aw, blood, damn, aw, aw, blood

Run, if ya got a gun, 'cause here they come
Standing there stupid, twiddling your thumbs
Nigga, yo ass better run, uh
If ya got a sack, ′cause they coming back
Nigga, you slipping, better get to dipping
Uh, yo ass better run


In the interviews they ask how I got the name slick
′Cause I hit the fence quick when getting smashed by the dicks
Whether I was sneaking out of Dr. Jays with a Snicker
Or talking to square like it's Gwenthony and the B and the stripper
Surviving the sess like striving at chess
Selecting the best choice and avoiding the net
You in the cutty, candy with twenty shoes
With five hundred and twenty stuffed in your Underoos
Thinking you′re cool 'cause they usually don′t check draws
But you smelling like kush so they call for dogs
It's in the nature once a nigga get riches
He can′t help but to show up with chickens
Broadcast his business to whoever he sticks his dick in
Pillow talking about the cess victims
Knock out D, I wish you would've listened
Now they tryna make my nigga rot up in a prison

Run, if ya got a gun, 'cause here they come
Standing there stupid, twiddling your thumbs
Nigga, yo ass better run, uh
If ya got a sack, ′cause they coming back
Nigga, you slipping, better get to dipping
Uh, yo ass better run


You can′t come up if you can't stay out
You on paperwork nigga, you can′t slang yay out the same house
You chose to parole home to (Ooh)
Gang stipulations, head to toe you all blue
All flame going out to put in work
You have a better chance of getting away in a dress shirt
I stay out 'cause I save for a silencer
She going on a car nigga, why you gotta ride with her?
You got a piss test, why you smoking and shit?
On probation with a pistol, why you rolling with tint?
Niggas hate ′cause I never hit the pen
Well you got one up on me homie 'cause I′ma stay ducking
And dodging, a little less flossing
Out of sight, out of mind, every day Rick Rossing
Learned from the homie T.I., they want us all in the pen
Mansion or projects, they'll kick your door in

Run, if ya got a gun, 'cause here they come
Standing there stupid, twiddling your thumbs
Nigga, yo ass better run, uh
If ya got a sack, ′cause they coming back
Nigga, you slipping, better get to dipping
Uh, yo ass better run

Niggas be talking that bitch ain′t
Never went to the pen shit, shit nigga
I was right there with the homies when they was scrapping out or
Or clacking out or getting that twerp off or whatever it is homie
I might've just wanted to get away a
Little better G, you know what I′m saying?
You know, your boy used to run track in Lincoln
High School man, you know what I'm saying?
That sprint relay man, you know what I′m saying? Yeah that
I'm, I′m gon' get away my nigga, yeah that
Run, shit
And on top of that man, it's enough niggas riding
Around here with big rims and candy paint with
You know what I′m saying, rocks cut up in they nuts and shit
You know what I′m saying, for them to get
Them niggas homie instead of getting me
'Cause I′ma be on the next level with mine
Nigga I might be riding around with a
Motherfucking wig on or something nigga
In a little brand new rental or something, you know what I'm saying?
With a chopper on the back seat, never suspected, uh, yeah that
Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack
Yeah
Use your head young G, use your head young G
Gotta be free, uh
I′m out here repping though for all
My niggas on the inside though homie
Yeah that, keep your head up, uh
Run, run, run
Uh
Monkey D, yeah that
Love you my nigga, uh