| His name is Johnny he’s got nothing to say
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| He’s just a bad ass motha getting in your face
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| You better hang your head low, low to the ground
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| Cause we’re dropping mad tracks until were feeling the sound
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| It’s the rhymes and the rhythms that you’re used to With the one-two beats you can dance to And to the people everywhere in the streets
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| Doin time in the jail ain’t whatcha wanna do Cause you’re runnin with a gun
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| Runnin’with a gun, runnin'
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| Runnin’with a gun in his hand
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| All of a sudden I sad could you believe
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| All the corruption and the anger in a society
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| With the madness that is here within us all
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| All its armies and its leaders are startin to fall
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| No you don’t know, what time it is Ten seconds flat said is what it will take
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| To make your move don’t hesitate
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| With the eyes and the camers as that are watchin around
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| The enemy is near and you’re to be found
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| Dead or alive make no mistake
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| They’re gonna blow your punk ass away
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| Cause you’re runnin with a gun
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| Runnin’with a gun, runnin'
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| Runnin’with a gun in his hand |