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Runnin'/4 Better Or 4 Worse


Artist: Pharcyde
Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 3
Year: 1995

List songs in album

  1. Emerald Butterfly
  2. Runnin
  3. Drop

Runnin Lyrics - Runnin'/4 Better Or 4 Worse - Pharcyde

Can't keep runnin' away 

 

I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk 

And a chump or a sucka or something to that effect 

Respect, I used to never get when all I got was upset 

When niggas use to be like what's up fool? 

 

And tried to seat a nigga like the lip for no reason at all 

I can recall crip niggas throwin' C in my face down the hall 

I'm kickin' it in the back of the school, eatin' chicken at three 

Wonderin' why is everybody always pickin' on me 

 

I tried to talk and tell them chill, I did nothing to deserve this 

But when it didn't work I wasn't scared just real nervous 

And unprepared to deal with scrappin' no doubt 

'Cuz my pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out 

 

But now in 95 I must survive as a man on my own fuck 

Around with Fatlip yes, ya get blown' I'm not tryin' to show 

No macho is shown but when it's on, if it's on, then it's on 

 

There comes a time in every man's life 

When he's gotta handle up on his own 

Can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze 

Please, they got problems of their own 

 

Down for the count on seven chickens 

Shits don't get to heaven till they faced these fears in these fear zones 

Used to get jacked back in high school I played 

It cool just so some real shit won't get full blown being 

 

Where I'm from they let the smoke come quicker 

Than an evil red neck could lynch a helpless colored figure 

And as a victim I invented low key till the keyhole itself got lower than me 

So I stood up and let my free form, form free 

 

Said I'm gonna get some before they knockin' out me 

I don't sweat it I let the bullshit blow in the breeze 

In other words just freeze 

 

It's 1995 now that I'm older stress weighs on my shoulders 

Heavy as boulders but I told ya 

Till the day that I die I still will be a soldier and that's all I told 

Ya and that's all I showed ya 

 

And all this calamity is rippin' my sanity 

Can it be I'm a celebrity 

Whose on the brink of insanity 

Now don't be wishing of switchin' any positions with me 

 

'Cuz when you in my position, it ain't never easy 

To do any type of maintaining 'cuz all this gaming and famin' from 

Entertainin' is hella straining to the brain 

And but I can't keep runnin' I just gotta keep keen and cunnin' 

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