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was wrong and they could feel it
So they went running from God
Now the curse is on, Ahh

Back then we had it all
But then we lost it
Lo-lo-lost it
Back

And leave no evidence 100 fucking shells with no fingerprints I've been dropping hits in the studio I've 
Been running up a check nigga fuck this hoes

da L boy it's right dere by king park 
But when we come reply don't go running talking to da cops 
Last time we slid swear da opps made da nine o clock

the fuck told you Scotch & co ain't running shit?
God forbid I might pass out for the hell of it
Told the bartender we hella lit

So I might pass out, I was

And I can feel her fingers sinking deep into my skin too 
I sex harder and she starts running water 
And she was cumin cumin cumin cumin underneath my

to change
Couldn't stay all my life down at heel

Looking out of the window, staying out of the sun
So I chose freedom, running around trying everything

had told me the plot
When I got caught, yeah, I got caught
Now the bastards are running away...
...and taking me to hell
The gasoline's done us well

I'm Only Sleeping

Silver Shoes

Old Friend

2003

they're crazy
Running everywhere at such a speed
Till they find there's no need (There's no need)

Please, don't spoil my day, I'm miles away
And after

Building up an empire block by Solitary block
Running them streets till I was a boss
Kingpin status at any cost
But then I was like nah
That's way too

or the two, with the two with dreads and the one look like nip
I'll never slip, imma keep running with these
So far it's a hell of a trip, im on a grip
As i'm

I don’t give a damn cuz
I don’t give a fuck who you are or bout yo bitches
I be running to the m’s you chasing them fucking pigeons
Only care about my

tripping while outside slipping
I was on pills heavy weed and some potions
I was just running far from my emotions
Now I just float on my feelings
Like I'm

it up like a cliche 
We running the race like a relay 
Riding a ride like a skater 
I need this dough like a baker 
Robbing the bank and stacking

keep running the gas out
Hop in the booth cuz I'm ready to spazz out
Head so big I need top to just pass out

This ain't no gimmick Baby
I ain't one

pictures of me and she post it
Now he mad, he saw what she did
Your mouth keep on running boy you better close it
Saw the bag and then I approached it
Feel

You'll be running my mind babe
That's why I designed this song lately
Come sit down n tell me how you feel about me
Arali lu lufuno don't even worry

running

i’m elevated in the rapping journey

that’s why i mostly wanna add money



No be play

face the grinding, put the flexing on delay

we’ve been up

like these hoes I swear to God you fitting right in
You know I be running to the pack just like a tight end
I just spilled some purple in my cup just

to kill what you running to the hills for
I bring the thunder down clown ain't got no equal 
Leading armies out the underground like mole people
Creep in yo

I write this in a crisis
Our lives are in the vices
Driving with no license
Running lights and smoking spices
Toking priceless ganja, marijuana's so

school, I'm more distant today
I'm sick of the judge, man, get off my case. Get out my life, please, get out my face!
I'm running this race til I'm done

spazz we going UUP nigga.
Light a nigga UUP)) blaze witha player we running through all this paper,
cnd moves we making us major.

start running n hunting ya down
Like a DO NOW
I'm doing it NOW (GLTAOWW)

Don't be mistaken I ain't no driller
But these feelings could kill, like what is

of funny, when you're running out of money
You'll do almost anything to survive (almost) when you're hungry
But this is real life so this is how I break it