Juvenile - Run For It Lyrics
(juvenile)I be comin up wit da glock toyYou can stop boyYou aint heard Im off tha block boyChipp-pedy chop boyOff in ya cut is where Im layinReady fo sprayinSoon as I see yo face and handI aint wit dat playinMy daddy showed me how to play it in a situationMy daddy tol me I aint shit wit outta occupationSo I played the gameBust yo head if you said my nameI had some of deez niggaz scared I cameI kno some niggaaz out tha (mag)nolia thatll ride fo meI kno some niggaz hollin solja dat a die fo meT.c., l.t., magnolia and sixOh you want some of dat fire dope you can score in da bricksYou disrespectin my mind cuz you keep comin shortI might hitcha wit dat iron cuz you need ta be taughtYou keep showing yo teeth cuz you thank its a jokeYou mus thank deez bullets aint real and you aint gon git smoke(chorus)Now if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gotta gunYou betta run for it, run for it, runAnd if ya too deep in some beef and dem boyz bout ta comeYou betta run for it, run for it, runIf ya aint gotta strap but cho enemy got oneYou betta run for it, run for it, runAnd if you git into it wit a cash money brothaYou betta run for it, run for it, run(lil wayne)I be in all black sometimesSometimes I be jumpin out trees in camouflageMe and juvenile got two keys we bout ta rideDem boyz playin wit da u.p.t. well dey gots to dieMan its that deepIts a tragedyThat you can test meHeard I run in houses dont put it past meHell look boy you betta tell deez niggazFo I mask up and try ta kill deez niggazYouont want my stress troublesI be back in 2 hummers and 5 lex-bubblesWa my big brother juvyTol me not to eva letta nigga screw meTol me if I eva did he would do meGave me two guns and sent me round dey shootinAnd then they start runninHardest niggaz on tha block started actin like a womanTha 4-foot stranger in ya area bustinLoad it up and slide it in***** it back pop it out we ridin? ? ? ? Ill run in a busta spotIll sit on a busta porchIll sleep on a busta blockApply five and then let go!bang! lil cowards keep playin, get hurtMotha-flirk see iont curseButll wet up yo shirtLook all my enemys see me cominAll my enemys peeeeeeeeeuuuunggggggghhhhh be runnin(chorus)(juvenile)You thank Im playin-a somthin lil woo dey I aint trippinTha beef started last week and dem niggaz still be hittinTwo children got killed and a ol lady got hitLook Im bout ta git tha ***** cuz I ain got no time fo dis shitNow you can be comin throughAnd runnin to a gun if you feelThat they aint gon do you shit cuz ya realIont wanna be witcha when its hapning eitherI probally be some where ducked off takin a nap wit my peopleId rather see it on t.v. than see it in personHaving my *****ing head hurtinWhen dem 30s be burstinBet if yo beef see ya he aint gon wait fo ya dogOur all gon try to rearrange ja face fo ya dog2nd line and round dem clubs aint no place fo ya dogDem same niggaz you come up wit playa-hatin ya dogI see em comin wit choppers and I know they gon bustLil wayne hol upWe kiting out sho nuff(chorus) 2xRun for itYa betta run for it, run for itYa betta run for it, run for itGo git cha gun for itYa betta run for it, run for it, runRun for it, run for it, run, run for itRun for it, run, run for it, run for it, runGet cha gun for it , gun for it, gunGet cha gun for it gun for it
