| Running in these streets you don’t wanna trip
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| It’s getting hard to breathe, take another breath
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| Murder on your screen, death is not a myth
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| The world is at my knees, not my fingertips
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| When it start jumping on these blocks
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| It’ll have you pumping like Reeboks
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| Rally round your fame with a hundred drummers
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| You looking at a savage, run for cover
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| You looking at a savage, run for cover
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| Run for cover, Run for cover, Run for cover
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| You looking at a savage, run for cover
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| Stuck up in a prison where there’s no bars
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| Chills around your body, it’s a cold war
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| Dispatch overcomes over Yopac
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| Click clack of a bomb over Baghdad
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| Ain’t nobody living by an honour code
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| See them folks only want to bring a dollar home
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| Rally round your fame with a hundred drummers
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| You looking at a savage, run for cover
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| Run for cover, Run for cover, Run for cover, Run for cover
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| You looking at a savage, run for cover
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| Run for cover, Run for cover, Run for cover, Run for cover |