Runnin`

<br>* apparently, uncensored versions exist, but my copy of OMS is censored<br><br>One time, one time nigga one time! (Where?)<br><br>Runnin` from the police (Yeah I know what you mean)<br>No matter what I do, they got a nigga<br>still runnin` from the police<br>(Put them motherfuckin Nike`s on tight and get ghost y`all)<br><br>Verse One: Dramacydal<br><br>I ain`t got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some trouble<br>Lickin shots to they block leavin bloody blood puddles<br>for some ridah delight, now we in a gunfight<br>I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight<br>It`s on me, but if I die bury me a motherfuckin G<br>A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me<br>With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece<br>Thug Life motherfucker gotta me runnin` from the *police*<br><br>Nigga, you know that`s true<br>Catch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin wit a crew<br>Every damn day parlay with my glass of Re<br>The O.J. and it`s all OK<br>To that fuckin fake *I shot*, got to play the man<br>Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand<br>Damn, I hope it don`t spill<br>Nigga chill, shit is real cock back my steel<br><br>Still runnin` from the *police* I gets no sleep<br>I got you peepin in my window while I`m smokin indo<br>But I ain`t no motherfuckin track star, *Trator* got a Jeep<br>Like Big Mouth, runnin through motherfuckers backyards<br>So I, grabs my piece before I flee<br>And instead of me runnin`, these bitches is runnin` from me<br>Lick shots hits spots off on my piece<br>Cause a nigga like Big Mouth is through runnin` from the *police*<br><br>Interlude: Don Gargon ?? (some ragga toaster, this is a very rough guess)<br><br>I bust off! What about the time they pull me from the Bronco<br>lay, they tried to cock me, but them can`t gun store<br>When a batty bwoy do it from the mob<br>Ahh, pull up your pants then you screw an left squad<br>Look around, look around, punk police<br>While gwan man doesn`t a come but a bad boy test<br>Look around, look around, punk police<br>Me hafta blast back, cause de blast is best<br><br>Verse Two: Stretch, Notorious B.I.G.<br><br>Yo I was, schemin and fiendin for loots and took the crooked route<br>to, ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game<br>The insane brain, cold gettin fly like a plane<br>on them suckers with my nigga Biggie Smalls causin ruckus<br><br>Check it, I grew up a fuckin screwup<br>Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up<br>Choppin rocks overnight<br>The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White<br><br>And we got the workers choppin rock, Benz by the flock<br>And we gettin it, the dirty *pigs* jealous so they sweatin it<br>I`m lettin off smoke, hope they don`t play me for no joke<br>and provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slide<br>We keepin it real, fuck how you feel, Biggie pass the steel<br>Let`s serve these motherfuckers slugs as a fuckin meal<br><br>We had to grow dreads to change our description<br>*Tupac* on the milk box missin<br>Show they toes you know they got stepped on<br>A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon<br>Run from the *police* picture that, nigga I`m too fat<br>I fuck around and catch a asthma attack (heavy breathing)<br>That`s why I bust back, it don`t phase me<br>When he drop, take his glock, and I`m Swayze<br>Summer break, my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight<br>Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker<br><br>Interlude: Don Gargon ?? (again this is a very rough guess)<br><br>Now it`s war, me tryin to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice<br>They try to cock me, but them can`t gun store<br>What about they come to hold up me North<br>Pulled up the park, I left school and left buck<br>Look around, look around, punk police<br>Was about to blast with ya gun but you can`t stop me<br>Look around, look around, punk police<br>Me haf to blast back, cause blast back best<br><br>Verse Three: 2Pac<br><br>They got me runnin` from the *four-five*<br>duckin and dodgin in my survival<br>The Benzo and I let off with my *nine milli*<br>I`m movin swifter than the next nigga, no time for sex<br>Cause in my mind all I wonder is who`s next<br>Nigga, my homey slipped and now he pays the price<br>He did a driveby, sixteen, now he`s doin triple life<br>Tell me is it me or my upbringin<br>I split that dove shit<br>Nigga motherfuck singin, I hope you got your Timberlands<br>on tight, cause I ain`t givin up<br>I`d rather duck these motherfuckers all night<br>I`m runnin` through the projects, beyotch<br>They`ll never catch me<br>Cause I`m loc`d and trigger happy on the, sneotch<br>Don`t say you never heard of me, til they murder me, I`m a legend<br>Do Thug Niggas go to heaven?<br>I`m rollin with the thorough heads<br>We gettin ghost on them hoes and yo<br>I got no love for the *motherfuckers* I`m runnin` from the police<br><br>Outro: Don Gargon ?? to fade