Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Run, Catch & Kill, artist - Boss.
Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Run, Catch & Kill |
Intro: excerpt from movie: |
That’s how you want is Mousse? |
Fine bitch, you got it! |
Just you and me… one on one! |
Hook: |
Run, catch and kill, this comes back |
like a boomerang with a dildo for real though (repeat) |
Sell me some more dreams sucker but this ain’t gettin better |
In fact, this whole thing is just a game Mr. Tripsetter! |
Everything was fly boy, til I took this little bullet |
leaving traces of cyanide in my thyroid |
Not, one of you wanna be busters gave a fuck! |
Just out here chucklin on The corner bout these war stories |
Some more glory for the gat! |
Glory for the snaps, crack the hoodrats |
I use to think that it was good but |
Fuck that! |
Now i’m the one witches are hating |
Because. |
.. Bombs keep reiterating |
Sista it dont take, earl to get a clue |
On what you lovely cluckers are thinkin |
you want to plan and try to do, but to who? |
Cuz im a take a few, with me Leaving caps all off in your femor, collar bone and kidneys! |
Then im out to chase papes throwin bricks to rake in diamonds |
On some new thing in some cackys and carefully criming |
I talk to you when i walk to you was the message, no more cap bustin |
Just strap hustlin |
Ya stove top stuffin damon, watch where ya roamin! |
It gets hotter than an oven havent you heard of the omen? |
Hook: uh! |
(repeat) |
You ask how could I kill a snake? |
On my real estate! |
Cuz i can feel a fake phony comin’at me from a whole hemisphere away! |
And what-do-ya know my former homey wants to roam |
In my circumference |
Now my bump the dumb thang its on! |
So give it up cuz i’m so crazy! |
Trip! |
Hey! |
A nine is a terrible thing to waist |
So i bring it, like i sing it just in case you |
Biting the hand that feeds you, and plus you ain’t said your grace |
I guess them stiches in yo face, wasn’t enough to stop another fiasco |
That’s exactly what you askin’fo hoe! |
But when napalm, like bombs, are dropped i Don’t see how any one can really remain calm |
My target was her head! |
So settle for metal returning your mental into lead bleeeed heffer! |
Bo$$ is back and ain’t na sista celebrating (mmmm…) |
Wonder if hey can tell I’m satan? |
Why you tailgating? |
Break trick! |
You out there bad! |
Its time to swag, off ya baby’s daddy |
Look at em’still slangin', still flaming |
he better watch where he roamin' |
It gets hotter than an oven, |
Haven’t ya head of the omen? |
Bridge: (repeat 1st part of hook) |
Oooooh don’t let me catch ya creepin (fool) |
I’m sleepin’with my eyes (like a) |
open wide (with a dildo for real doe) |
(well hello hello) |
We got the roughest, toughest g ya ever seen ya’ll |
Toughest g ya ever seen ya’ll |
(well hello hello) |
Bo$$ breaking, g ya ever seen ya’ll |
Very intelligent but still a’break ya jaw offfff, |
(well hello hello) |
Trigger happy, laughing with a sawed offff, |
Shot gun |
The most scantless g ya ever saw, |
Rough tough quick to snuff and call ya fuckin bluff |
Dat g, dat g, dat g, dat g Mousse, Mousse wants to douse me, douse me With some bullets if you think ya can, can |
Go through with ya plan! |
Use to be the cool sista you could kick it with |
Now i’m feelin wicked again and finna’trip! |
Sad girl is living in a mad world |
Because my baby represents ernesto and |
Like a bitch she had a girl! |
And on the cool mona know that i’m the locest, trust |
But while we tripping some cocazoid put the joke on us |
(us, us, us, us) Rest in peace as we build a nation |
Whisper to giggles, time to build our own operation |
Cuz our men are just about skins and bustin over a truck |
But i could give a damn about 500 bucks? |
What about the runnin', catchin’bullets, and the killings? |
What goes around comes back around to hit our siblings |
If we don’t recognize that we don’t |
Own the streets we roamin' |
The worse encounter of our kind will be the omen! |
While we… |
Hook: (repeat) |
G skills? |
Tight |
Blast? |
All night |
Da org? |
Original righteous g’s (yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Outro excerpt: |
when you lose ya homeboy, you lose ya best camarada, |
You lose a part of who you are inside. |