Juvenile - Run For It текст песни

(juvenile)

I be comin up wit da glock toy

You can stop boy

You aint heard Im off tha block boy

Chipp-pedy chop boy

Off in ya cut is where Im layin

Ready fo sprayin

Soon as I see yo face and hand

I aint wit dat playin

My daddy showed me how to play it in a situation

My daddy tol me I aint shit wit outta occupation

So I played the game

Bust yo head if you said my name

I had some of deez niggaz scared I came

I kno some niggaaz out tha (mag)nolia thatll ride fo me

I kno some niggaz hollin solja dat a die fo me

T.c., l.t., magnolia and six

Oh you want some of dat fire dope you can score in da bricks

You disrespectin my mind cuz you keep comin short

I might hitcha wit dat iron cuz you need ta be taught

You keep showing yo teeth cuz you thank its a joke

You mus thank deez bullets aint real and you aint gon git smoke

(chorus)

Now if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gotta gun

You betta run for it, run for it, run

And if ya too deep in some beef and dem boyz bout ta come

You betta run for it, run for it, run

If ya aint gotta strap but cho enemy got one

You betta run for it, run for it, run

And if you git into it wit a cash money brotha

You betta run for it, run for it, run

(lil wayne)

I be in all black sometimes

Sometimes I be jumpin out trees in camouflage

Me and juvenile got two keys we bout ta ride

Dem boyz playin wit da u.p.t. well dey gots to die

Man its that deep

Its a tragedy

That you can test me

Heard I run in houses dont put it past me

Hell look boy you betta tell deez niggaz

Fo I mask up and try ta kill deez niggaz

Youont want my stress troubles

I be back in 2 hummers and 5 lex-bubbles

Wa my big brother juvy

Tol me not to eva letta nigga screw me

Tol me if I eva did he would do me

Gave me two guns and sent me round dey shootin

And then they start runnin

Hardest niggaz on tha block started actin like a woman

Tha 4-foot stranger in ya area bustin

Load it up and slide it in

Cock it back pop it out we ridin

? ? ? ? Ill run in a busta spot

Ill sit on a busta porch

Ill sleep on a busta block

Apply five and then let go

!bang! lil cowards keep playin, get hurt

Motha-flirk see iont curse

Butll wet up yo shirt

Look all my enemys see me comin

All my enemys peeeeeeeeeuuuunggggggghhhhh be runnin

(chorus)

(juvenile)

You thank Im playin-a somthin lil woo dey I aint trippin

Tha beef started last week and dem niggaz still be hittin

Two children got killed and a ol lady got hit

Look Im bout ta git tha fuck cuz I ain got no time fo dis shit

Now you can be comin through

And runnin to a gun if you feel

That they aint gon do you shit cuz ya real

Iont wanna be witcha when its hapning either

I probally be some where ducked off takin a nap wit my people

Id rather see it on t.v. than see it in person

Having my fucking head hurtin

When dem 30s be burstin

Bet if yo beef see ya he aint gon wait fo ya dog

Our all gon try to rearrange ja face fo ya dog

2nd line and round dem clubs aint no place fo ya dog

Dem same niggaz you come up wit playa-hatin ya dog

I see em comin wit choppers and I know they gon bust

Lil wayne hol up

We kiting out sho nuff

(chorus) 2x

Run for it

Ya betta run for it, run for it

Ya betta run for it, run for it

Go git cha gun for it

Ya betta run for it, run for it, run

Run for it, run for it, run, run for it

Run for it, run, run for it, run for it, run

Get cha gun for it , gun for it, gun

Get cha gun for it gun for it