| Young or old, never fold, never catch me running
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| Following protocol and keeping the system running
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| Competition we gunning, your spot you better run it
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| So many years in the game but yet we still running
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| Young or old, never fold, never catch me running
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| Following protocol and keeping the system running
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| Competition we gunning, your spot you better run it
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| So many years in the game but yet we still running
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| Most important thing you got in this life is your health
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| Don’t distort it or destroy acquiring wealth
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| It’s like a storm around the corner just fire in hell
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| No more crying for help, now I rely on myself
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| I decided I felt enough pain, fuck shame
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| I’m still picking up sluts, fucking them in the Mustang
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| Man I never trust a bitch cause these slut dames
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| Play smut games, throw dirt in your shit like what name
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| The devil is evil, sometimes it come as your friend
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| But that’s the one he sent to deceive you
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| Your eyes open enough, just for me to read through
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| Keep sneaking end up in Satan’s bed with his people
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| I never mislead you, speaking you the truth to the end
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| In the church, tears pouring again
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| I roll with the drug smugglers, hustlers and the G’s
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| But still pour my heart out when it comes to these beats
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| Young or old, never fold, never catch me running
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| Following protocol and keeping the system running
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| Competition we gunning, your spot you better run it
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| So many years in the game but yet we still running
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| Young or old, never fold, never catch me running
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| Following protocol and keeping the system running
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| Competition we gunning, your spot you better run it
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| So many years in the game but yet we still running
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| I hurt your feelings buddy, we working with silly money
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| You playing with silly putty, your nose is still putty
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| Pockets is real chubby, sort of like Checker
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| G your home wrecker, fuck up your home sector
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| Is she a bone inspector, you get the chrome Heckler
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| Just eat your dome flesh up, I’ll give you stone pressure
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| We tryna raise bread up, my shit can raise the dead up
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| Twenty eight days later, zombie bullets ate your face up
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| The nickel plate face up, Nicholas Cage your face off
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| Come in and knock your face off, my lawyer knock the case off
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| You better knock your shit off, Homie I knock your shit off
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| Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Zero rocket lift off
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| Come in your hit get lost, you cross the line get crossed
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| Nothing in line big boss, I flick your mind switch off
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| His whole line kick off, remember times in the North
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| Now bring it down to the south, and let 'em find shit out
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| Young or old, never fold, never catch me running
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| Following protocol and keeping the system running
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| Competition we gunning, your spot you better run it
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| So many years in the game but yet we still running
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| Young or old, never fold, never catch me running
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| Following protocol and keeping the system running
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| Competition we gunning, your spot you better run it
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| So many years in the game but yet we still running
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| Put this dick in your bitch, budonkadonk
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| See me in the honkajonk, probably a pump in the trunk
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| Yah niggas pumps in the bump
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| MC Hammer ass nigga, your papers getting thin
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| Tell the truth, you ain’t see me getting in, but I did it again
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| Major deals, Sony pub, entourage, ratchet Monday
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| Never had a hit, but shit nigga made a stack of money
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| I’m the definition of what legends should be
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| Is it me, nobody better than G and they never could be
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| You could not compare entertainer to an innovator
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| But his songs do not belong in the incinerator
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| It’s like he Rakim’s cousin, like he kin to Jada
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| But its no relation, his flow come with extended flavor
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| Hard work and dedication, like he Floyd boy
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| Hell nah, y’all ain’t fucking with your boy boy
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| He went from Ill Street Blues, to spitting real street news
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| A real street dude, you might wanna avoid boy
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| Young or old, never fold, never catch me running
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| Following protocol and keeping the system running
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| Competition we gunning, your spot you better run it
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| So many years in the game but yet we still running
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| Young or old, never fold, never catch me running
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| Following protocol and keeping the system running
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| Competition we gunning, your spot you better run it
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| So many years in the game but yet we still running |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Running , by - Kool G Rap. Song from the album Return of the Don, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп