| Vice pull up, what you gon' do — RUN
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| When blue and white’s come, what you gon' do — RUN
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| If you can’t get away then stash the gun
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| Before you get popped off, have some fun
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| 9 times outta 10, you escape when you run
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| But if you can’t get away then toss the gun
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| You’ll be seein' that county cell
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| You’ll be livin' in county hell
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| Niggas in the bullpen’ll erase yo block
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| Muthafuckin' Ricans done stole yo car
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| You wanna see this type of shit — NO
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| You wanna go this type of place — NO
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| All bullshit aside nigga jail ain’t fun
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| Especially when you can’t make yo bail and run
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| Sittin' in the D-A room talkin' about appeal
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| They ain’t tryin' to hear that shit, be for real
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| When you hear that you’ll be payin' a lot
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| Tryin' to cop out boy ??? |
| hot
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| Ain’t goin' home cause you ain’t got bond
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| Betcha next time you’ll remember to RUN
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| Hook 2x's
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| Cops see the same old niggas on the block
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| Cops see the same niggas in the same spot
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| It ain’t they fault that you wasn’t on point
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| 26 hundred ?? |
| in the joint
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| Mad at the nigga that had yo back
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| Is he the same nigga that had the pack
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| They knew every place that you hid the dough
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| So you the muthafucka that wasn’t on post
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| Playin' with them hoes all outta control
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| Served too slow when PIG’s in the hole
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| If you knew you had a ???
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| Why the fuck you act like ice and froze
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| What was you thinkin' when you sold that crown
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| You coulda been bout three blocks down
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| Hittin' gates and gateways and all that
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| Kept all the cash, the yay, and the gat
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| Took you a break, woulda smoked you a blunt
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| Came back out and shot back up
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| C’mon, c’mon, and RUN
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| Hook 2x's
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| Leave the gateway open so I can dip through the back
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| Smokin' ??? |
| they got in a pack
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| Tippin' from all the hypes that’s pullin' up on bikes
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| What the hell am I doin' out here servin' with two strikes
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| Niggas don’t know I’m trainin' to be a track star
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| (Whoop, Whoop — Errrrr!) Put yo hands on the car
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| You must be one of them tight big niggas that’s old
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| But I’m from the bigger number with the rhythm and roll
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| I hit blocks, dip cops
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| Kept the knot, dropped the Glock, ended up on Wilcox
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| It don’t even matter now cause I done throwed them rocks
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| Went through a house that I don’t know like I was Goldie Locks
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| I broke a sweat
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| Now I’m smokin' dro in a Lac
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| I’m throwin' a pack
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| Shit, I ain’t never goin' back
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| If I happen to go to jail, niggas better tryin'
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| I make a getaway cleverly and never see time cause I’ll RUN
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| Hook |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Run , by - Lo. Song from the album Twista Presents New Testament 2K: Street Scriptures, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп