On the Run lyrics

by

Bun B


[Intro: Soulja Slim]
Go head big baby
Soulja Slim's in this mothaf*cker with Da Hound from girttown
And C mothaf*ckin' Murder
Know what
I'm saying for the 19 9nickel and three mothaf*cking pennies
sh*t's getting real

[Soulja Slim]
Its the Glock born shooter so respect him don't neglect him
But check him, quick to blast bullets off in your intersection
You better ask some f*cking body bout Soulja Slim I murdered them
And I keep it c*cked at all times come look at him
I'm inviting you to danger
You best to be a banger
One that don't miss I'm TRU to this I' ve been raised
Blues an sh*t I trained myself for combatbust back as I react
On every attack so n*ggas keep your mouths closed
And eyes open
My trigger finger itching to be stroking
Praying and hoping
One of you n*ggas build ya'll nuts up to come try me
Last n*gga done it bloody body
Him couldn't get by me, why me
A soldier that has a backround of murders and robbery
That sh*t that used to be my hobby
Never do it sloppy, make the job well done
Get rid of the murder weapon get a new gun
I'm on the run
[Chorus x2]
I'm on the run, so all you b*tch n*ggas leave me alone
I'm on the run, ducking 2 shots to the dome

[C-Murder]
It ain't no limit to the mothaf*cking b*tches we f*ck
My tank n*ggas bout to make the world blow up
We get rowdy in the club, so show me some love
Its been 2 years since I possessed some drugs
n*gga hard times is a thing of the past
Give me 2 keys and I'm gone give you back cash
I'm a hustle til I'm dead, ball til I fall
I won't rest til they put my name on the wall
TRU n*ggas gone ride, playa haters gone die
Cause after dollars and cents only the strong survive
With bulletproof Hummers and multiple pistols
With solid gold tanks and multiple missles
I'ma bust until I can't bust no more
The Magnolia, Girttown with the Calliope
I'ma No Limit Soldier they be some soidier too
I represent them killers cause they in my crew

[Chorus x2]

[Da Hound]
I just hit the streets with my beer
Them n*ggas know what time it is
Clear up the streets b*tches put away your kids
sh*t I'm going out like a gangsta did
Mothaf*ckers gotta get it how ya live
sh*t were you n*ggas was were you n*ggas here
Take a short vacation and n*ggas struck fear
f*ck I'm bout to break it down to the nitty gritty
n*gga act sh*tty I'ma bring 'em back to the days of nitty
Give me a Bud, pop the lid take a swig
Give me the other bud, roll a spliff take a hit
I gotta leave 'em how I left 'em down and out
Running about, happy more than a smith n wesson
I took my pistol I struck it to the ground
I want something go buck about a 100 f*cking rounds
Plus I want the poi and f*cking furl
I'm a broke off that 11500 f*ck that girl
sh*t give me the wig watch me spilt it dig
Too many n*ggas ain't pretty but this n*gga is
I got to do 'em like my cousin Dave do
Den we tap dem lights mothaf*cka hey you
Catch the ground up the sh*t I'ma pistol whip
I be around f*ck don't let me catch a n*gga slip
[Chorus x2]
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