oh oh.) Gotta grow up, be someone. Draw a map, find a path. Take a breath and run. Oh ah oh ah oh ah oh oh Run, run, run, run. (Oh ah oh ah oh ah oh oh.) Run, run, run, run
ah oh oh.) Gotta grow up, be someone. Draw a map, find a path. Take a breath and run. Oh ah oh ah oh ah oh oh Run, run, run, run. (Oh ah oh ah oh ah oh oh.) Run, run, run, run
uptown I gotta stay wit it When we murder, we know how to get away wit it We do our slick, one shot to the head is how we slank a bitch [Chorus]
fuck, then he gone in a week or two Them same hoes you be repping to, believe it or not, the same hoes Behind your back, run and tell me, each and everything
Ohhh Man, somethin' stank Ooohh You smell that? I don't know what that is Killin' is like a hobby: somethin' that B.G. do for fun It don't help to run
and his name was Turk He always shot balled and he put in his work Until one dy he was bustin' with a dude Then he hit'em with the K knocked'em ouuta
up to her kneezy And send the video tape back to B.Geezy And when finish hand it off to Man Feezy And when he finish won't he toss to Suga Seezy Fuckin
hot the law sleep every other day We beefin off top, we creep every other day My dog Malcolm on a charge, he gets parole up in May He told me where he left the glock, K ???? I run
motto we got to drank til we throw up Nigga point the hoe out guaranteed I can fuck Wootay I'm tattooed and barred up Medallion iced up, Rolex bezelled up And
me Run it through the one and only staller It's a young G, nuthin else than a young baller 4 and a half, for you, 4 and a half for you And an ounce for
Run em' in that U.P.T. (And who gone run em?) Tha brotha and my B.G. [B.G.] You gotta beat em (That nigga is my lady) Four golds and I'm out there baby
AK's, 10 and 4's, G's and Mac's All you can do is put it on your fuckin back Call ???? pronunciation might sell ounce that dope I see nothing but cars Eclipse and
start reppin [Baby] I'm bout money and that's all we wanna see And if ya creep nigga watch out for the B.G. Chopper City posse nigga, and we roll deep
hit his cabbage and he dropped like the Valujet I heard a nigga say he wasn't dead yet They should have never said that My life came back, like some supernatural shit I stood up, and
when our choppers scream Havin trouble this evenin Leavin the scene not breathin Me and the Hot Boyz ride Cheif and gettin high Beef and niggas die when me and
