I'm always on the run From all the things I've never done But I can never escape Fluid in my lungs I've been treading water for so long You burn the
: I'm always on the run From all the things I've never done But I can never escape Fluid in my lungs I've been treading water for so long You burn
thundercats that feel my flow To slang weight, my young guns will steal ya o's Catch a bellin down Lukerson & Hunt de-real a ho In ya top piece, suburb
to the head, so don't pass me shit I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch They say the good die young, all that mean to me is that the hood
to the morgue A point scored- they could give a fuck about us They rather catch us with guns and white powder If I was old, they’d probably be a friend
you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps [Big Boi] O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean
soul like the Reaper Have you ever seen a killer Dressed in a trench coat sold over a hundred pounds? Rollin', downin' a fifth of Rose when I stroll
got a heart and a soul, a mind of it's own A hunger for a young cat to die 'fore he grown A lust for a young girl to slide down a pole She's always fallin
with my crown on millionare and I ain't never throw a cap and gown on... young boss, young money, got the young title I hit her with the young dick and
Muzik the movie, the LP Yo, it's straight up Dunn, it's like this straight up yo peace to N O Y D H A V O C, nigga what , G O D, Ty Nitty, Gambino, the
B O R O, nigga who I?d die for, survive war How we came a long way in solidarity Don?t let nothing try to spoil this day To Run, D and Jay is love and
my thundercats that feel my flow To slang weight, my young guns will steal ya O's Catch a bellin' down Lukerson & Hunt de-real a ho In ya top piece,
pass me shit I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch If the good die young, all that mean to me Is that the hood die young/ We call it the last
eighty By my sack, cock and load it, this world I'm a rock and roll it My business, you shouldn't a told it, to end I'm a forty-four They switch guns
to the task force send some help Waiting on him I'd better help myself Housing authority and the O.P.D All these guns just to handle me in the The ghetto
