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Mrs. Worthington (Noël Coward) · Run Run Run (Phoenix) · Dog Catcher (Run Run Run) (Hot Bananas) · Run Run Run (Phoenix) · The Joker Went Wild/Run, Run, Look and See (Brian Hyland) · Run Baby Run [UK] (Sheryl Crow) · Run Devil Run (Paul McCartney) · Run Rudolph Run (Keith Richards) · Run Rabbit Run (Osso) · Run Devil Run (Paul McCartney) – and 90 other albums »


the streets, it's Shaky Jake

I keep on the run now
I travel by night
I don't need anyone
But someone, one day, somewhere's gonna see me right

Dig a hole
shoot the Wraith, aye
4-5 pass shoot the Wraith, aye
You be talkin' shit like you the Jakes
Try to run, nigga, hit the gate, aye
Try to run, nigga,
Lizzy the lizard
Met an angry young snake
With forked-tongue grace
By the name of Jake:
A yellow eyed diamond back rattler
In the chill-out room
the way back home

I run my race with Burnt-Face Jake
I gave him a Manzanita cross
I lived on nothin' but dreams and train smoke
Somehow my watch and chain
Pony 
I hope my Pony knows the way back home.

I run my race with burnt face Jake.
Gave him a Manzanita cross. 
I lived on nothin but dreams
legit though, run for the gusto
Peep Marcel and Brown comin' around dippin' the logo
Run! if you ever got somethin' on you son
You best a run, be off
[Chorus]
Yo, parole violating fugitives on the run, son
Live by the gun, son, die by the gun, son
We can make it happen if we want to 
Jakes
through my project maze
That cop he got a death wish
He run behind niggas until you breathless
Everyday he making ten arrests, shit
My nigga check this, I
n****z through my project maze
That cop he got a death wish

He run behind n****z until you breathless
Everyday he makin ten arrests, sheeit
My n****
legit though, run for the gusto
Peep Marcel and Brown comin' around dippin' the logo
Run! if you ever got somethin' on you son
You best a run, be off
hope my pony knows the way back home

I run my race
With burned-face Jake
Gave him a Manzanita cross
And I lived on nothing
But dreams and train
attacked like seven maniacs with wooden bats
Daily evidence I erase, can't be traced by jakes
Nucleic niggas from the mind penetrate the star gate
MC's found
chirp speak
Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week
Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak
That's that fire move like Schwinns
this, come with the cash or it's
On with the blast and it's, gonna get hazardous
Niggaz should know by now, niggaz should know my style
Shaolin, hold
and missin'
Bulletproof cars are driven, Teflon edition
Bodies cut up in large chunks, thrown in car trunks
Music inside the bar stunk
Gettin' surrounded by
Catch no shakes over jakes (boomp-boomp!) we bust back
Bring the marty to your face wit no place to run back
I'm from the slums that created the bass that
Chorus: Final Chapter
Is you a real or a fake nigga
Get caught and run ya trap to the jake niggas
Tryin to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga
When shit
next-of-kin's famous (Obie's your cousin?!)
Please believe it, I'm as "Down to Earth" as Chris Rock
Gettin hit by trucks, starin' at twat
A big cannon in ya
the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in
Your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron
That's somethin niggas can't pardon
City overrun by young gun
pump you breaks

No mistakes
Cause the jakes
Run the plates
Then you headed up state
For rolling round with a steak
Niggas start up the beef
beat like drum tracks
Catch no shakes over jakes (boomp-boomp! ) we bust back
Bring the Marty to your face wit no place to run back
I'm from the slums
Catch no shakes over jakes (boomp-boomp!) we bust back
Bring the marty to your face wit no place to run back
I'm from the slums that created the bass that
the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by
snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild life
And brothers is dumb young
Young boys
Still bustin' guns for the slum
That they come from
Cops is the only ones they gon' run from
That's it
They puttin'