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On the Run

No crooked cops, pass my pocket or my peoples

'Cause they evil to my people

Fuck procedure, hope that ass can spell illegal search and seizure

Banged before, ain't forgettin', go 'head start, all your crap

And get a boot from a lawsuit and a news conference at eleven

Routine stops, how often? Tri day before last week, word

Always tryin' to pull me over on these dark ass streets

Gave the war two blocks, two middle fingers like my nigga

Mr. Fuck-a-cop Tupac so fuck them mug shots that you got

My boo stops for nathin', know that bonnie and Clyde

If that was then there'll be no Texas if you Tommy's inside

Chasin' cases got that badge and know you runnin' the place

But that ain't nar' a fuckin' reason, have them guns in my face

And your attitude's, like you ain't no had no nookie, go jerk off

Shit, get your sights, get off that rookie shit

Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun

You did the same thing we've done, I got my niggaz on the run

I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down

We'll just be niggaz on the run

I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down

We'll just be niggaz on the run

I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down

We'll just be niggaz on the run

I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down

We'll just be niggaz on the run, I ain't the one

Hardcore on my block just because I'm black

'Cause I'm ghetto superstar you pull me out of my car

Well, motherfucker I'm not knowin' what they put in yo' ear

The only thing I'm transportin' is my naughty hear

No, I don't sell coke no mo', but still I make fast dough

By slangin' records by the millions, what you question me fo'?

Runnin' my plates, registration and insurance thus far

L X fo'-seventy's my company car

So next time you think about, pullin' over Uncle Vinnie

I'ma call Dan Nolan, sue your whole fuckin' city

Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun

You did the same thing we done, I got my niggaz on the run

I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down

We'll just be niggaz on the run

I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down

We'll just be niggaz on the run

I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down

We'll just be niggaz on the run

I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down

We'll just be niggaz on the run, I ain't the one

So you won't, give the illy nones, like I fucked your bitches, silly grudge

Yeah, protect and serve that ass, with a Billy club

Go the right way, to get rid of ya, political riddle ya

Fuck with me I'll turn you to a traffic ticketer

To put it plain I'm sick of ya, cherry tops are pitiful

Break bones and ligaments, can't fix it, so dig shit

To keep niggaz ig'nant, and in crap, like pig shit

That's just a fragment, of what they invent, to bend shit

Years were handed, for Joe, left by Judy with the booty crew

But they blame the game Suzy with the snooty two, who?

The block out thugs plus the hoochie crew, shit I keep my uzi too

Who the fuck are you to tell a fool rules?

I got somethin' for those droppin' a loss

And somethin' else for all you faggots pullin' me out of my car

Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun

You did the same thing we done, I got my niggaz on the run

I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down

We'll just be niggaz on the run

I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down

We'll just be niggaz on the run

I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down

We'll just be niggaz on the run

I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down

We'll just be niggaz on the run, I ain't the one

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