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Silkk The Shocker

Run

 

Run

(album: My World, My Way - 2001)


Hoody Hoo [gun shot]

[Chorus:]
Run, run, run, run, run
When you see us wit them guns niggas better fucking run
Run, run, run, run
I don't give a fuck where you from, when you see us, better run
Run, run, run, run
I don't give a fuck where you from, when you see us, better run
Run, run, run, run
When we come wit them guns (niggas better fucking run)

I tell a nigga once mane, fuck tryna tell a nigga twice
I tell a nigga once, he miss it tha first time
That mean I didn't tell a nigga right
Fuck telling a nigga polite, tell nigga nice,
An tell niggas I'mma thug
How I sold drugs, still a killa,
I wish my breath would kill a nigga wit slugs
All yall niggas around, I'm gonna ask 'em all
Niggas been hype, but that's tha liquor talking, I'mma relax 'em dawg
Relax there fawl
Ten is what I'm gonna count,
You ain't wit these niggas you better bounce like a basketball
Dirty South, where niggas talk sideways dawg
Where niggas close streets & chalk sidewalks off
No evidence, niggas use revolvers dawg
Empty, squeeze, aim til' there ain't no problems at all
Shit niggas still living, got tha same problem wit dawg
Watch out, watch out he still breathing watch out [three gun shots]
Problem solved
Ghetto ass nigga tote choppers & shit
Ghetto slang, fuck tryna sound all proper & shit
Now picture me saying up tha cash, I'll put a slug in yo ass
Put tha money in tha duffle bag
I don't wanna be greedy, I just want enough to last
Shit yall really lucky we sell records, cause yall be ass up
Picture Me, P, C, all my niggas masked up
Telling yall to run

[Chorus]

(Ut oh)
When they see us got 'em like faint in tha club
Pouring champagne on 'em look & they thinking it's blood
I meet a thug & they shouldn't even much being this close
I got 'em shook up like ooh like they seen a ghost
Now see if I ain't had, in tha middle of tha hood where I would be
But they scared of me but look they gotta right, they should be
I might fuck wit some dawg but I don't fuck wit many
I got some hard news but I gotta find a way to break it to 'em gently
If they ain't got no flow & ain't got no dough
Try something new cause me if I ain't got no mo'
I'm a hustla, hope everythang I do bubble
Hope my album go triple or at least double
If not, somebody in trouble
You better wacth what you sayin & tha way you saying words
Yeah I got money & all dawg, but look I'd rather spend yours
You this No limit shit dawg, we bounded by blood
One scream Hoody Hoo & we surrounding tha club
You better

[Chorus x2]

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