On The Run Lyrics

On The Run lyrics

Go head big baby 
Soulja Slim's in this mothaf**ker with Da Hound from girttown  
and C mothaf**kin' Murder 
Know what  
I'm saying for the 19 9nickel and three mothaf**king pennies 
Shit'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**king body bout Soulja Slim I murdered them 
and I keep it cocked 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 niggaz keep your mouths closed 
And eyes open 
My trigger finger itching to be stroking 
Praying and hoping 
One of you niggaz build ya'll nuts up to come try me 
Last nigga 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 bit*h niggaz leave me alone  
I'm on the run, ducking 2 shots to the dome 
 
[C-Murder] 
It ain't no limit to the mothaf**king bit*hes we f**k 
My tank niggaz 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 
Nigga 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 niggaz 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 niggaz know what time it is  
Clear up the streets bit*hes put away your kids 
Shit I'm going out like a gangsta did 
Mothaf**kers gotta get it how ya live 
Shit were you niggas was were you niggaz here 
Take a short vacation and niggaz struck fear 
f**k I'm bout to break it down to the nitty gritty 
Nigga act shitty 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**king rounds 
Plus I want the poi and f**king furl 
I'm a broke off that 11500 f**k that girl 
Shit give me the wig watch me spilt it dig 
Too many niggaz ain't pretty but this nigga is  
I got to do 'em like my cousin Dave do  
Den we tap dem lights mothaf**ka hey you  
Catch the ground up the sh*t I'ma pistol whip 
I be around f**k don't let me catch a nigga slip 
 
[Chorus x2]