Issue No 117 Run Lyrics
Run by Issue No. 117
Hook:
The darkness, seems hopeless,
Shots firing, cops tireless
It all sounds like a song to me
That is saying run, run, run!
That is saying run, run, run!
Cops is coming, shit!
When you eat those stacks
The little dope that I had was out of synco
'the edge of the block and said you can't go
Past the corner someone got shot, from the eight floor.
Use a dope on your neat streets, it's no escape from
You're my nigga, what a fuck you gonna do, my nigga?
Without the drug flow, it ain't no money flow
Your child looking too funny, even your honey know.
Fun's slow, dope so dope, but fuck, I'mma go
Out on these streets, that's all a nigga know!
And I'm after my neck, the skin is hard to see
Only way to make it out this shit is if God's with me
And this test I can do it and God can see
The streets see me, but it's also God in me
Hey yo cause, you can't fake what's in your heart
See your family go without a break you apart.
Hook:
The darkness, seems hopeless,
Shots firing, cops tireless
It all sounds like a song to me
That is saying run, run, run!
That is saying run, run, run!
That is saying
The darkness, seems hopeless,
Shots firing, cops tireless
It all sounds like a song to me
That is saying run, run, run!
That is saying run, run, run!
That is saying run, run, run!
That is saying
I grew up apart you already know about that
I guess that's a fact, everybody knows about blacks
Not fun to talk about it, that's why we talk about crack
We rather Maybachs back to backs.
We're back to back and never lost nigga
Want the' get back to back
Cause I'm trapped, and all I'm trying to do is get the trap
Bad, jump and shit, ain't that something?
You build your own prison to lock yourself in it
Based on your own conviction, losing your religion
You're making bad decisions
Chain on crib,
Yeah, it's hard to listen!
The way that ice glistens
When I was young, my friends was out there pitching
And I was ' broke hard to pay attention
Money ain't everything, you sound real, convincing
Niggas started in the hood, and you'll never convince 'em
Live for a dollar, and die for two!
Hook:
The darkness, seems hopeless,
Shots firing, cops tireless
It all sounds like a song to me
That is saying run, run, run!
That is saying run, run, run!
That is saying
The darkness, seems hopeless,
Shots firing, cops tireless
It all sounds like a song to me
That is saying run, run, run!
That is saying run, run, run!
That is saying run, run, run!
That is saying
Do you wanna be under surveillance, nigga?
Even though we already are
Are you ready for this stage of'
Are you accustomed to paranoia?
Not seeing the CO who assigns portions of freedom
As not rights but privileges
Privileges, nigga! Privileges!
Get away! Shake some ass, and get away!
Find the dream and get away
Nod your head towards the corner
That's fine, but get away!
Get a thought, get a plan,
And most importantly, get away!
(Get, get, get!)
The darkness, seems hopeless,
Shots firing, cops tireless
It all sounds like a song to me
That is saying run, run, run!
That is saying run, run, run!
Cops is coming, shit!
When you eat those stacks
The little dope that I had was out of synco
'the edge of the block and said you can't go
Past the corner someone got shot, from the eight floor.
Use a dope on your neat streets, it's no escape from
You're my nigga, what a fuck you gonna do, my nigga?
Without the drug flow, it ain't no money flow
Your child looking too funny, even your honey know.
Fun's slow, dope so dope, but fuck, I'mma go
Out on these streets, that's all a nigga know!
And I'm after my neck, the skin is hard to see
Only way to make it out this shit is if God's with me
And this test I can do it and God can see
The streets see me, but it's also God in me
Hey yo cause, you can't fake what's in your heart
See your family go without a break you apart.
Hook:
The darkness, seems hopeless,
Shots firing, cops tireless
It all sounds like a song to me
That is saying run, run, run!
That is saying run, run, run!
That is saying
The darkness, seems hopeless,
Shots firing, cops tireless
It all sounds like a song to me
That is saying run, run, run!
That is saying run, run, run!
That is saying run, run, run!
That is saying
I grew up apart you already know about that
I guess that's a fact, everybody knows about blacks
Not fun to talk about it, that's why we talk about crack
We rather Maybachs back to backs.
We're back to back and never lost nigga
Want the' get back to back
Cause I'm trapped, and all I'm trying to do is get the trap
Bad, jump and shit, ain't that something?
You build your own prison to lock yourself in it
Based on your own conviction, losing your religion
You're making bad decisions
Chain on crib,
Yeah, it's hard to listen!
The way that ice glistens
When I was young, my friends was out there pitching
And I was ' broke hard to pay attention
Money ain't everything, you sound real, convincing
Niggas started in the hood, and you'll never convince 'em
Live for a dollar, and die for two!
Hook:
The darkness, seems hopeless,
Shots firing, cops tireless
It all sounds like a song to me
That is saying run, run, run!
That is saying run, run, run!
That is saying
The darkness, seems hopeless,
Shots firing, cops tireless
It all sounds like a song to me
That is saying run, run, run!
That is saying run, run, run!
That is saying run, run, run!
That is saying
Do you wanna be under surveillance, nigga?
Even though we already are
Are you ready for this stage of'
Are you accustomed to paranoia?
Not seeing the CO who assigns portions of freedom
As not rights but privileges
Privileges, nigga! Privileges!
Get away! Shake some ass, and get away!
Find the dream and get away
Nod your head towards the corner
That's fine, but get away!
Get a thought, get a plan,
And most importantly, get away!
(Get, get, get!)