Testo Run - Dice Raw
Testo della canzone Run (Dice Raw), tratta dall'album Jimmy's Back
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 cant go
Past the corner someone got shot, from the eight floor.
Use a dope on your neat streets, its no escape from
Youre my nigga, what a fuck you gonna do, my nigga?
Without the drug flow, it aint no money flow
Your child looking too funny, even your honey know.
Funs slow, dope so dope, but fuck, Imma go
Out on these streets, thats all a nigga know!
And Im after my neck, the skin is hard to see
Only way to make it out this shit is if Gods with me
And this test I can do it and God can see
The streets see me, but its also God in me
Hey yo cause, you cant fake whats in your heart
See your family go without a break you apart.
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 thats a fact, everybody knows about blacks
Not fun to talk about it, thats why we talk about crack
We rather Maybachs back to backs.
Were back to back and never lost nigga
Want the get back to back
Cause Im trapped, and all Im trying to do is get the trap
Bad, jump and shit, aint that something?
You build your own prison to lock yourself in it
Based on your own conviction, losing your religion
Youre making bad decisions
Chain on crib,
Yeah, its 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 aint everything, you sound real, convincing
Niggas started in the hood, and youll never convince em
Live for a dollar, and die for two!
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
Thats fine, but get away!
Get a thought, get a plan,
And most importantly, get away!
(Get, get, get!)
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Writer(s): Karl B. Jenkins
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