Mobb Deep - On The Run Lyrics
[Havoc]You know my weapons conventional, blow a hole, then you foldingYou be the death of you, every do, last view will be arialPut the Range on off road, the woods to bury youNever question my M.O., or the ammo I carry, a stateCrime or federal, task force to battle youFaggots, know what the lead'll do, put ya vest on daddyThem slugs will burn like verenial, off top to carry youDirty laundry, we airing you, respect my gangsta, and shottyYou little raps don't grab me, the truth'll hurt for they addyThey drink the drink and rade the pain, to build some courage to clap meGive a ***** if it's tellin' you, more the merry, I'm marry to gunsMutha*****a, pull ligaments, nigga, they varyBeing need of some medical, livin' life as vegetableTake that, think about it and don't try nothin' fancyMake a move and I'll level you, like a bomb with atomic forcesNiggaz betta pray and kiss they crossesHoly water to bless you, them slugs will tear your tissueAnd clog the ***** outta a vassel, and got you seeing me crystalNiggaz sweatin' in they sleep, I got them sleepin' with pistolsI'm the dope, you the fiend, *****in' right, I'm fiction[Chorus 2X: Havoc]Shot a nigga from frontin', I'm on the run nowNigga try to ***** with my hustle, I'm on the run nowUsed to gettin' paper, I'm touchin', I'm on the run nowLife is so good, nigga, push me, I'm on the run now[Prodigy]Nigga be duckin' and slidin', cuz they know we providin'All the shots for they night, they on us, we got itIt's on us, you can put ya money back ya pocketKeep ya chains and ya watches, this is deeper than robbingI want your soul mutha*****a, see you deep in some shitNow you catchin' and shifts, and now I'm ready to flipWithout a thought, now we up in the whipsWe pay our own music, yeah, yo, we all on our dicksGot these *****es nose open, they be breezin' and fiendin'Got her shootin' at people, mad cuz they do leave themThey can't believe it, now my car change with the seasonsWhen the spring, summer, fall, the truck droppin' the t-rexI be boatin' and flying, strapped in when I'm drivingBe on the side walking off, we truly be wildingThey got billions behind 'em, still can't ***** with our rhymingAnd these songs overpower, where shit they frontin'[Chorus 2X]
