Lyrics:
Who makes me run
The setting sun
No we ain't done
What the hell'd she mean
When she turned away and said don't you ever forget me
And why the sad
love with you
You know I wont be never satisfied
You make the blues running high
I don't know how many times I tried
To have a good girl by my side
life
We're together now
We've only just begun
Hypnotized by drums
Until forever comes
You'll find us chasing the sun
They said this day
Through lands where never light has shone
By silver streams that run down to the sea
To these memories I will hold
With your blessing I will go
To turn
I come from Bed-Stuy
Where niggas either do or they gon' die
Gotta keep the ratchet close by
Someone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it
Just
the west side of your sin
Run, little maggot, till they learn of what you did
Feed, little maggots, off the west side of your sin
Run, little maggot, till
and gone
Oh Lord I got to run
I got no home
No, I have no home
Now the time has come
Nowhere (place) to run
Might get burned up by the sun
But I'll
passing day
And as the full moon comes
And all the dogs have all run off to die in peace
And as the scent grows strong
I hope we make it to the bay by
at Italy
When my old pal and my girlfriend
Gon' run the country
So I jump on a plane
I jump on a bus
I reach DC
Well, I'm Reagan, I'm Mrs. Nancy
Mrs.
Hi kids
Welcome to cloud nine
We sure are glad ya stopped by to see us!
We got some special suprises for your red asses today
We got the insane clown
Probably cause I live by the art of for-keeps
I get indicted after my product's released
We a different form, a different centrifugal force
Every line is
best friend
I can tell by the wind somebody's gettin' ready to bend
They lifestyle's bout to end
I'm in these African cabs on stores run by
the streets
But I put it on my mind
By the time I was nine
Look here nigga I was slangin' that nine
Now them them don't want us
They know me and Turk don't
not so different.
Take them by the arm and run to the street,
Take a little drum to supply the beat,
Soon the whole world will be up on it's
run the risk,
Of losin' you by sayin' all of these things.
What's a face like yours to kiss?
Do it in place like this.
Even though I run the risk,
don't run
And my dog stay bustin his gun
Think that gettin' caught by justices is fun
Keep a blade up in they gums
This is Harlem, where the fuck is
water drip like osmosis
I'll set the mood for ya, you know the vibes
Today, I got time for it, run Forrest
Five on me like I'm Bob Horry for the tribe
Everybody know the drill
Doves cry when thugs die
But dude we kept it real
Did the time, pump the steel, read a book
Gainin skills
Learn you can live by
the west side of your sin
Run, little maggot, till they learn of what you did
Feed, little maggots, off the west side of your sin
Run, little maggot, till
the average girl
Now I'ma send your mind through a twirl
Now usually I'm narrow-minded, never blinded
By any man, but somehow I got binded
I mean caught up,
think the team went on the run (ah, yeah)
I caught the vibe, but this a different type of love (ah, yeah)
My main man trip, I think he holdin' grudge
I'm juugin' up pounds, I'm breakin' down midget
I got the birds, pigeons (I got the pigeons)
They know who the fuck run the city (Nawfside)
I might
I love your life, yeah
Love it when you smile
Say, I will do anything for my love, yeah yeah
I will do anything for my love, yeah
Oh Lord, run
you, then you'll start shakin'
Welcome to my concentration camp
There's no need to try to run, 'cause I've gotcha caged like a rat
I know ya feel
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