Lyrics:
think different
I, I, I, I see
Why your heart's icy
Come baby, come, come try me
Who you gonna love if you run by me, oh?
(Ready?)
Too many
cold chills run up and down my spine.
First, the way you walk by me baby, make cold chills run up and down my spine.
And when you move those fine brown
Once there were green fields kissed by the sun
Once there were valleys where rivers used to run
Once there was blue sky with white clouds high
layin dead
But it's a fact if you pack nigga bust back
Neva run throw our gun unless you fall rat
Hoo wooda said that it wooda helped anyway
Wit mo guns
rings
Surrounded by memories and all your things
Yes I'm gonna cry
Oh yes I'm gonna cry
Yes I'm gonna cry
Oh yes I'm gonna cry
'Til my tears run
Once there were green fields kissed by the sun
Once there were valleys where rivers used to run
Once there was blue sky with white clouds high
Who taught him to love her in time
Somehow or other
She gathered together
The cubs that he sired on the way
And they run by his side
Through the chill
You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
Sail away, kill off the hours
You belong somewhere you feel free
Run away,
You say you're on it but you just don't know
You're spending money like you're on death row
You must have been mis-educated
By all the guys that
Yeah, once again, word up urban inspirational
KRS-One, Professor Ecks, whattup Dan? Woo
Temple of Hip-Hop, let's do it
By the sound
got bulletproof vests on, told 'em I do it the best
Turnt shit up my theme song, I might run out of gas
High as a ten with the beams on, bitch, I been
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
rich, homie we gettin' by
Feel me
Homie we gettin' money, homie we gettin' high
Homie we gettin' women, homie we gettin' fly
Do this with no effort,
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
to run
while you are under the gun.
I never run from my battles
I play by my own rules
So don't you try and stop me
'Cause I ain't no ones' fool.
The poor run with smoke lungs and Scarface
Who need a hero? (Hero)
You need a hero, look in the mirror, there go your hero
Who on the front lines
Now as the wheel of life turns faster
Now as the seasons seem to fly
I see so many things at last, but didn't see the time go by
I've known
the bird dogs run, let the children sing
Lord we're gonna get down
Yes, we shall gather down in Dixie
Where my father and my
Children's feet have trod
We
applaud, they taking shots
I had to call
You catch 'em out the shot gun
That's Roddy White from 50 yards
No body shots, I'm hitting jaws
Tryna run you
Run river run
Mother's calling heavy the sun
She's tired from the storm, which is from the norm
Standing at the gate, so quiet, unafraid
But
is when we waved good-bye
Eleven is standing still (waiting for me)
Waiting for me to free him
By coming home
Moving me with a sound
Opening me
When I tried I got my heart right
Climb to the top down here to be
Not a day goes by without fight
Holding on what's there for me
Eye for an eye
ON THE RUN (Fyhr, Del Vecchio, Alpenborg) Sometimes in life you feel much stronger You wanna know How you can walk a line Even on the verge
run it down tonight
Ooh, everybody else a hater
I don't give a damn, you're right
Got your money, got your paper
We can run it down tonight
Ooh,
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