Cmon, cmon, RUN
Vice pull up, what you gon do - RUN
When blue and whites come, what you gon do - RUN
If you cant 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 cant get away then toss the gun
Youll be seein that county cell
Youll be livin in county hell
Niggaz in the bullpenll 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 aint fun
Especially when you cant make yo bail and run
Sittin in the D-A room talkin about appeal
They aint tryin to hear that shit, be for real
When you hear that youll be payin a lot
Tryin to cop out boy ?? hot
Aint goin home cause you aint got bond
Betcha next time youll remember to RUN
Cops see the same old niggaz on the block
Cops see the same niggaz in the same spot
It aint they fault that you wasnt 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 wasnt on post
Playin with them hoes all outta control
Served too slow when PIGs 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
Cmon, cmon, and RUN
Leave the gateway open so I can dip through the back
Smokin ?? they got in a pack
Tippin from all the hypes thats pullin up on bikes
What the hell am I doin out here servin with two strikes
Niggaz dont know Im trainin to be a track star
(Whoop, Whoop - Errrrr!) Put yo hands on the car
You must be one of them tight big niggaz thats old
But Im 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 dont even matter now cause I done throwed them rocks
Went through a house that I dont know like I was Goldie Locks
I broke a sweat
Now Im smokin dro in a Lac
Im throwin a pack
Shit, I aint never goin back
If I happen to go to jail, niggaz better tryin
I make a getaway cleverly and never see time cause Ill RUN
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