Runnin’ (Letra)
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Runnin’ (Letra)
One affair won’t make a lover,
Kisses never meant that you were givin’ up your soul.
I want to taste the spice of another,
I wanna’ taste my life, so, i remember when i’m old.
Why i’m …
I’m runnin’ through my lifetime,
You can see it your way and i’ll see it mine.
I’m runnin’ through my lifetime,
I’ve got to stay out in the race so i don’t go out of my mind.
Hunger in the eyes of the teacher,
Today he wants to feel the things his mamma made him hide.
Now its comin out all over that old preacher,
Livin’ never meant no more than waitin til’ he dies.
So i’m …
I’m runnin’ through my lifetime,
I’m runnin’ fast, i won’t get far behind.
I’m runnin’ through my lifetime,
I’ve got to stay out in the race so i don’t go out of my mind.
Beware! beware!
I’m a friend to those who share me and i’m a threat to those who dare me.
Beware! beware!
I can help if you need me and i can run if you try to keep me.
I’m runnin’ through my lifetime,
You can see it your way and i’ll see it mine.
I’m runnin’ through my lifetime,
I’ve got to stay out in the race so i don’t know go out of my mind.
I’m runnin’, i’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’.
Runnin’.
…?
Runnin’.
Runnin’.
… kisses never meant that i would give you my soul.
Runnin’.
Runnin’.
… i want to taste the spice.
Runnin’.
… i want to taste my life.
Runnin’.
So, i’ll remember when i’m old,
Runnin’.
Runnin’.
…?
Runnin’.
…?
Runnin’.
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Runnin’.
(repeat to fade)
Runnin (Letra)
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can’t keep runnin’ away…..
Verse one: fat lip
I must admit on some occasions i went out like a punk
And a chump or a sucka or something to that effect
Respect i usedto never get when all i got was upset
When niggas use to be like ‘what’s up fool!’ and tried
To seat a nigga like the lip for no reason at all i can
Recall crip niggas throwin’ c in my face down the hall
I’m kickin’ it in the back of the school eatin’ chicken at
Three, wonderin’ why is everybody always pickin’ on me
I tried to talk and tell tham chill i did nothing to deserve
This but when it didn’t work i wasn’t scared just real
Nervous and unprepared to deal with scrappin’ no doubt
Cuz my pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out
But now in 95 i must survive as a man on my own fuck
Around with fatlip yes ya get blown i’m not tryin to show
No macho is shown but when it’s on, if it’s on, then it’s on!
Verse two: slim kid tre
There comes a time in every mans life when he’s gotta
Handle up on his own can’t depend on friends to
Help you in a sqeeze, please they got problems of their
Own down for the count on seven chickens shits don’t
Get to heaven til they faced these fears in these fear
Zones used to get jacked back in high school i played
It cool just so some real shit won’t get full blown being
Where i’m from they let the smoke come quicker than an
Evil red-neck could lynch a helpless colored figure and
As a victim i invented low-key til the keyhole itself got
Lower than me so i stood up and let my free form form
Free. said i’m gonna get some before they knockin’ out me.
I don’t sweat it i let the bullshit blow in the breeze
In other words just freeze
Verse three: knumbskull #1
It’s 1995 now that i’m older stress weighs on my shoulders
Heavy as boulders but i told ya
Till the day that i die i still will be a soldier and that’s all i told
Ya and that’s all i showed ya
And all this calamity is rippin’ my sanity
Can it be i’m a celebrity
Whose on the brink of insanity
Now don’t be wishin’s of switchin’ any positions with me
Cuz when you in my position, it ain’t never easy
To do any type of maintaining cuz all this gaming and famin’ from
Entertainin’ is hella straining to the brain and…
But i can’t keep runnin i just gotta keep keen and cunnin’…
Runnin’ (Letra)
* apparently, uncensored versions exist, but my copy of oms is censored
One time, one time nigga one time! (where?)
Runnin’ from the police (yeah i know what you mean)
No matter what i do, they got a nigga
Still runnin’ from the police
(put them motherfuckin nike’s on tight and get ghost y’all)
Verse one: dramacydal
I ain’t got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some trouble
Lickin shots to they block leavin bloody blood puddles
For some ridah delight, now we in a gunfight
I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight
It’s on me, but if i die bury me a motherfuckin g
A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me
With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece
Thug life motherfucker gotta me runnin’ from the *police*
Nigga, you know that’s true
Catch a nigga like k-dog, chillin wit a crew
Every damn day parlay with my glass of re
The o.j. and it’s all ok
To that fuckin fake *i shot*, got to play the man
Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand
Damn, i hope it don’t spill
Nigga chill, shit is real cock back my steel
Still runnin’ from the *police* i gets no sleep
I got you peepin in my window while i’m smokin indo
But i ain’t no motherfuckin track star, *trator* got a jeep
Like big mouth, runnin through motherfuckers backyards
So i, grabs my piece before i flee
And instead of me runnin’, these bitches is runnin’ from me
Lick shots hits spots off on my piece
Cause a nigga like big mouth is through runnin’ from the *police*
Interlude: don gargon ?? (some ragga toaster, this is a very rough guess)
I bust off! what about the time they pull me from the bronco
Lay, they tried to cock me, but them can’t gun store
When a batty bwoy do it from the mob
Ahh, pull up your pants then you screw an left squad
Look around, look around, punk police
While gwan man doesn’t a come but a bad boy test
Look around, look around, punk police
Me hafta blast back, cause de blast is best
Verse two: stretch, notorious b.i.g.
Yo i was, schemin and fiendin for loots and took the crooked route
To, ghetto fame i felt the pains and now i run the game
The insane brain, cold gettin fly like a plane
On them suckers with my nigga biggie smalls causin ruckus
Check it, i grew up a fuckin screwup
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up
Choppin rocks overnight
The nigga biggie smalls tryin ta turn into the black frank white
And we got the workers choppin rock, benz by the flock
And we gettin it, the dirty *pigs* jealous so they sweatin it
I’m lettin off smoke, hope they don’t play me for no joke
And provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slide
We keepin it real, fuck how you feel, biggie pass the steel
Let’s serve these motherfuckers slugs as a fuckin meal
We had to grow dreads to change our description
*tupac* on the milk box missin
Show they toes you know they got stepped on
A fist full of bullets a chest full of teflon
Run from the *police* picture that, nigga i’m too fat
I fuck around and catch a asthma attack (heavy breathing)
That’s why i bust back, it don’t phase me
When he drop, take his glock, and i’m swayze
Summer break, my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight
Laid back, i got some money to make, motherfucker
Interlude: don gargon ?? (again this is a very rough guess)
Now it’s war, me tryin to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice
They try to cock me, but them can’t gun store
What about they come to hold up me north
Pulled up the park, i left school and left buck
Look around, look around, punk police
Was about to blast with ya gun but you can’t stop me
Look around, look around, punk police
Me haf to blast back, cause blast back best
Verse three: 2pac
They got me runnin’ from the *four-five*
Duckin and dodgin in my survival
The benzo and i let off with my *nine milli*
I’m movin swifter than the next nigga, no time for sex
Cause in my mind all i wonder is who’s next
Nigga, my homey slipped and now he pays the price
He did a driveby, sixteen, now he’s doin triple life
Tell me is it me or my upbringin
I split that dove shit
Nigga motherfuck singin, i hope you got your timberlands
On tight, cause i ain’t givin up
I’d rather duck these motherfuckers all night
I’m runnin’ through the projects, beyotch
They’ll never catch me
Cause i’m loc’d and trigger happy on the, sneotch
Don’t say you never heard of me, til they murder me, i’m a legend
Do thug niggas go to heaven?
I’m rollin with the thorough heads
We gettin ghost on them hoes and yo
I got no love for the *motherfuckers* i’m runnin’ from the police
Outro: don gargon ?? to fade
Runnin’ (Letra)
Ooh, don’t fall, run away, run away
Ooh, don’t fall, run away, run away
Now ooh, don’t fall, run away, run away
Baby, ooh, don’t fall, run away, run away
Ooh, don’t fall, run away, run away
Ooh, don’t fall, run away, run away
Don’t want the best of you, but I want the pearl
Open your treasure and come
Into my world, say baby
You knocking, you knocking, you knocking
Your hands are sore baby
You trying, you trying, you trying
The hardest gloves baby
You falling, you falling, you dabbing, it’s too deep, oh yeah
It ain’t your fault, my lady, time is not for us
Don’t you go leave me, your presence is way too good
At least I’m honest about it all
Don’t you know? Girl, you know, ah
Too little, too low
But I’ve been loving with you loving me
Keep runnin’, runnin’ from me
Keep runnin’, runnin’ from me
I feel I hate to break it down so cold
Ooh shit, so cold
But I don’t wanna give you false hopes
Hopes, false hopes
Even your friends were saying I’m so wrong
So wrong, so wrong
Though I know in my heart you got it
I ain’t giving you nothing but lovin’
It ain’t your fault, my lady, time is not for us
Don’t you go leave me
Your presence is way too good
At least I’m honest about it all
Don’t you know? Girl, you know, ah
Too little, too low
But I’ve been loving with you loving me
Keep runnin’, runnin’ from me
Keep runnin’, runnin’ from me
I know it’s not easy, easy
Yeah, not easy, yeah
Said I know it’s not easy, easy
Yeah, not easy, yeah
Said I know it’s not easy, easy
At least you where know we stand
Telling the truth like a ghetto man
Telling the truth, I’m a gentleman
Ooh, don’t fall, run away, run away
Ooh, don’t fall, run away, run away
Now ooh, don’t fall, run away, run away
Baby, ooh, don’t fall, run away, run away
Ooh, don’t fall, run away, run away
Ooh, don’t fall, run away, run away
I ain’t ready to retire, I ain’t ready to pipe down
Even though you take me higher, wow
Take me high above the ground
I love the way you, way you, way you tell me enough
Oh blaze away, I don’t wanna pipe down
Too little, too low
But I’ve been loving with you loving me
Keep runnin’, runnin’ from me
Keep runnin’, runnin’ from me