- Juvenile Run For It 歌詞
- Juvenile
- (juvenile)
I be comin up wit da glock toy
You can stop boy
You aint heard im off tha block boy
Chipp-pedy chop boy
Off in ya cut is where im layin
Ready fo sprayin
Soon as i see yo face and hand
I aint wit dat playin
My daddy showed me how to play it in a situation
My daddy tol me i aint shit wit outta occupation
So i played the game
Bust yo head if you said my name
I had some of deez niggaz scared i came
I kno some niggaaz out tha (mag)nolia thatll ride fo me
I kno some niggaz hollin solja dat a die fo me
T.c., l.t., magnolia and six
Oh you want some of dat fire dope you can score in da bricks
You disrespectin my mind cuz you keep comin short
I might hitcha wit dat iron cuz you need ta be taught
You keep showing yo teeth cuz you thank its a joke
You mus thank deez bullets aint real and you aint gon git smoke
(chorus)
Now if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gotta gun
You betta run for it, run for it, run
And if ya too deep in some beef and dem boyz bout ta come
You betta run for it, run for it, run
If ya aint gotta strap but cho enemy got one
You betta run for it, run for it, run
And if you git into it wit a cash money brotha
You betta run for it, run for it, run
(lil wayne)
I be in all black sometimes
Sometimes i be jumpin out trees in camouflage
Me and juvenile got two keys we bout ta ride
Dem boyz playin wit da u.p.t. well dey gots to die
Man its that deep
Its a tragedy
That you can test me
Heard i run in houses dont put it past me
Hell look boy you betta tell deez niggaz
Fo i mask up and try ta kill deez niggaz
Youont want my stress troubles
I be back in 2 hummers and 5 lex-bubbles
Wa my big brother juvy
Tol me not to eva letta nigga screw me
Tol me if i eva did he would do me
Gave me two guns and sent me round dey shootin
And then they start runnin
Hardest niggaz on tha block started actin like a woman
Tha 4- foot stranger in ya area bustin
Load it up and slide it in
Cock it back pop it out we ridin
??? ? ill run in a busta spot
Ill sit on a busta porch
Ill sleep on a busta block
Apply five and then let go
!bang! lil cowards keep playin, get hurt
Motha-flirk see iont curse
Butll wet up yo shirt
Look all my enemys see me comin
All my enemys peeeeeeeeeuuuunggggggghhhhh be runnin
(chorus)
(juvenile)
You thank im playin-a somthin lil woo dey i aint trippin
Tha beef started last week and dem niggaz still be hittin
Two children got killed and a ol lady got hit
Look im bout ta git tha fuck cuz i ain got no time fo dis shit
Now you can be comin through
And runnin to a gun if you feel
That they aint gon do you shit cuz ya real
Iont wanna be witcha when its hapning either
I probally be some where ducked off takin a nap wit my people
Id rather see it on t.v. than see it in person
Having my fucking head hurtin
When dem 30s be burstin
Bet if yo beef see ya he aint gon wait fo ya dog
Our all gon try to rearrange ja face fo ya dog
2nd line and round dem clubs aint no place fo ya dog
Dem same niggaz you come up wit playa-hatin ya dog
I see em comin wit choppers and i know they gon bust
Lil wayne hol up
We kiting out sho nuff
(chorus) 2x
Run for it
Ya betta run for it, run for it
Ya betta run for it, run for it
Go git cha gun for it
Ya betta run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run, run for it
Run for it, run, run for it, run for it, run
Get cha gun for it , gun for it, gun
Get cha gun for it gun for it
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