Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On the Run , by - Mark Ronson. Release date: 07.11.2009
Song language: English
On the Run |
| Streets are spawn and most of Mark Ronson |
| Call the fire chief to inspect the arson |
| Y’all got problems, Brooklyn is in the buildin' |
| We built the buildin' |
| Easy to touch but it’s hard to hold |
| Easy to meet but it’s hard to know |
| Paste this one across ya domes and spread it out all across the globe |
| Heat it up and keep ‘em on dey toes |
| I’m like the diamond in the mind, I was born to glow |
| Drop Paul on or off the roll |
| Freak daddy stroke long and slow, I break ‘em down type strong, then blow |
| Heading right back to B-R-O, okay L-Y and homo wild porridge |
| Streets without mercy, nights without silence |
| Lee without skill is like Gars without science |
| Jake without sirens, life without dyin' |
| I’m hot without tryin', ya heard it so now buy it |
| Joint come on, you start whinin' |
| Streets are spawn and most of Mark Ronson (It's the M-O-P, we gotta!) |
| Brooklyn is in the buildin', you got problems |
| (Ma friendly I have you) |
| Whole world from the native to the foreign, I’m up on it |
| I’m one hundred percent nigga, first fam' to owe me that’s behind me |
| We’ll fuck up a whole city like Rudy Giuliani, you plastic |
| You don’t wanna go at it, so (stop) |
| You ain’t ready for the aftermath, the matics are (pop) |
| I wandering with Y-H from the tri-state, ya violate |
| I just need to go _____ prostate |
| It’s the M-O-P |
| And we on the run for real, from the left to the ten |
| I bin hearin' you holla (gangsta) for fifteen years now |
| But when you went, well the shit went down |
| Come on now |
| We rugged rap singin' |
| Rob niggas for prattling and keep their rings |
| Tell your man, Bill did it he, he reeled with it, killed with it |
| Little pissed off homie take the loss, deal wid it |
| While y’all get it goin', we’ll get it done |
| A million and one, ma friendly, I had you faggots on the run |
| Streets are spawn and most of Mark Ronson (It's the M-O-P, we gotta!) |
| Brooklyn on the premises, you got problems |
| Ma friendly I have you |
| Whole world from the native to the foreign, I’m up on it |
| Yo, Ron Pharrell Pharell, M-R-M-D (it's the M-O-P ma nigga!) |
| You know what I’m sayin' |
| I wanna fly in the sky, let my lyric carry me |
| I’m gonna fly, fly, fly, fly |
| We have em' |