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Mobb Deep
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On the Run
Lyricist:Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita
You know my weapons conventional, blow a hole, then you foldin' You be the death of you, every dude, 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, take care of you Dirty laundry, we airing you, respect my gangsta is savy
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 Muthafuckin' polygamist, nigga, they vary
Bein' 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 seein' 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
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
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Life is so good, nigga, push me, I'm on the run now
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 robbin'
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 play our own music, yeah, yo, we all on our dick
Got these bitches nose open, they be breezin' and fiendin' Got her shootin' at people, mad 'cuz they girl leave them They can't believe it, now my car change with the seasons When the spring, summer, fall, the truck drop or the T Rex
I be boatin' and flyin', strapped in when I'm drivin' Be on the side walkin' off, we truly be wildin' They got billions behind 'em, still can't fuck with our rhymin' And these songs overpower, where shit they frontin'
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
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 Fucked up now, ain't no sense in pttin' the gun down
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