On The Run Lyrics - Singles - C-murder

Go head big baby 

Soulja Slim's in this mothafucker with Da Hound from girttown and C mothafucking Murder 

Know what 

I'm saying for the 19 9nickel and three mothafucking pennies 

Shit's getting real 

[Soulja Slim] 

Its the glock born shooter so respect him don't neglect him 

But check him, quick to blast bullets off in your intersection 

You better ask some fucking body bout Soulja Slim I murdered them 

and I keep it cocked at all times come look at him 

I'm inviting you to danger 

You best to be a banger 

One that don't miss I'm TRU to this I've been raised 

blues an shit I trained myself for combatBust back as I react 

On every attack so niggaz keep your mouths closed 

And eyes open 

My trigger finger itching to be stroking 

Praying and hoping 

One of you niggaz build ya'll nuts up to come try me 

Last nigga done it bloody body 

Him couldn't get by me, why me 

A soldier that has a backround of murders and robbery 

That shit that used to be my hobby 

Never do it sloppy, make the job well done 

Get rid of the murder weapon get a new gun 

I'm on the run 

[Chorus x2] 

I'm on the run, so all you bitch niggaz leave me alone 

I'm on the run, ducking 2 shots to the dome 

[C-Murder] 

It ain't no limit to the mothafucking bitches we fuck 

My tank niggaz bout to make the world blow up 

We get rowdy in the club, so show me some love 

Its been 2 years since I possessed some drugs 

Nigga hard times is a thing of the past 

Give me 2 keys and I'm gone give you back cash 

I'm a hustle til I'm dead, ball til I fall 

I won't rest til they put my name on the wall 

TRU niggaz gone ride, playa haters gone die 

Cause after dolllars and cents only the strong survive 

With bulletproof Hummers and multiple pistols 

With solid gold tanks and multiple missles 

I'ma bust until I can't bust no more 

The Magnolia, Girttown with the Calliope 

I'ma No Limit Soldier they be some soldiers too 

I represent them killers cause they in my crew 

[Chorus x2] 

[Da Hound] 

I just hit the streets with my beer 

Them niggaz know what time it is 

Clear up the streets bitches put away your kids 

Shit I'm going out like a gangsta did 

Mothafuckers gotta get it how ya live 

Shit were you niggaz was were you niggaz here 

Take a short vacation and niggaz struck fear 

Fuck I'm bout to break it down to the nitty gritty 

Nigga act shitty I'ma bring 'em back to the days of nitty 

Give me a Bud, pop the lid take a swig 

Give me the other bud, roll a spliff take a hit 

I gotta leave 'em how I left 'em down and out 

Running about, happy more than a smith n wesson 

I took my pistol I struck it to the ground 

I want something go buck about a 100 fucking rounds 

Plus I want the poi and fucking furl 

I'm a broke off that 11500 fuck that girl 

Shit give me the wig watch me split it ya dig 

Too many niggaz ain't pretty but this nigga is 

I got to do 'em like my cousin Dave do 

den we tap dem lights mothafucka hey you 

Catch the ground up the shit I'ma pistol whip 

I be around fuck don't let me catch a nigga slip 

[Chorus x2]