Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Run, artist - Schoolly D. Album song How A Black Man Feels, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1990
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Run |
| (Now there ain’t but 20'000 police in the whole town |
| Can you dig? |
| Can you dig it? |
| Caaaan youuuu dig iiiit?! |
| — Yeah!) |
| Run sucker, run sucker, run sucker, run |
| Sucker run, I’m comin like a shotgun |
| Schoolly-School, I’m never gonna be the one |
| And if you think that I’m ever gonna let up |
| Shut up — and just get up |
| I’m on your back, got you runnin like a rabbit |
| I’m in your veins like a cocaine habit |
| And let you know that I’m never gonna stop |
| Until a sucker get dropped |
| I’m not your boy, you ain’t my master |
| Another brother gotta do what he has ta |
| Do, and everything that I wanna |
| The only job I got standin on the corner |
| And everything that I do is illegal |
| Another brother, but the brother was an eagle |
| Run, run, run, run, run, you better run fast |
| Another sucker just got gased |
| Alright sucker, you want the real deal? |
| Here it is, at the tip of the cold steel |
| Shoot a punk and a shoe-shine nigga |
| Shoot em all what Schoolly D figure |
| Line em up, put your finger on the trigger |
| Sit back and take a little swigger |
| And let a rhyme intoxicate your mind |
| Like a cheeba and a forty of wine |
| I’m gettin tired of every other brother in the ghetto |
| Gotta sell a little lleyo |
| Because a brother didn’t have enough knowledge |
| Didn’t know because he didn’t go to college |
| I’m gettin tired of the suckers on my back |
| Because I’m black, hard with a dope rap |
| Do you think a young brother wanna hear that? |
| They rather hear a brother pullin on a git-gat |
| Run, run, run, run, run, you better run fast |
| Another sucker just got gased |
| Jump fast out the startin block |
| ]From this gat from the fact that I hold you will feel the pop |
| Gunshots on the neighborhood |
| Are the sounds of brothers hard up to no good |
| Feel the pain of a bullet wound |
| For suckers tryin to slip and trip, time to meet their doom |
| Like the sounds of a battle cry |
| Either run, soft sucker, or get caught, do or die |
| Flee, it’s the reality |
| Cause I see another weak comp, it’s so violent, see |
| Brothers dyin over property |
| Dope, money, women and ki’s |
| So now the time is at hand |
| You can sit down, be a punk or be a man |
| It’s like chillin, cold lampin on death row |
| And I catch you, boy, in a grave you go |
| Stay out on the move, it ain’t for fun |
| Yo School, make them suckers wanna run, run, run |
| (Run) |