Twista
Twista - Run lyrics
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C'mon, c'mon, RUN 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 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 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 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