D12 - Run lyrics
[D12 - Run lyrics]
Swifty McVay: Got him, in the scope
Person 2: Man hit this nigga man
Swifty McVay: Damn nigga
Stand still motherfucker
Person 2: Man go ahead hit that nigga
Come on we gotta get the fuck on
Swifty McVay: The leaves in the way
Person 2: What?
Swifty McVay: Shut up nigga I got this
Person 2: Hit that nigga
Swifty McVay: I'm 'bout to hit him i got him
Gun cocks bang
Run
Duct tape her
Put the video tape and rape her
And fuck favors, I'm a criminal with a major
Disruptive membrane that's never letting
Go of the beef i'm no stranger
Streets paid with blood stains
I strangler her loose, wrangle a jump suit
Machete and leather boots
I'm severing whatever nigga sold you crack
And told you to expose your scrotum
To these whores and you click-clack
Remember that the pain
Have you niggas ducking like
The hunchback of Notre-Dame
Fuckers ain't gon' say a thing
Huggin a burner
You acting like you trying to murder
Like a marine that's never been overseas
I heard the niggas like you
I can turn your city against any nigga
Willing to send me an invite
Whoever double-cross me
Then already walked across my first line
So it's dandelions and curse time
Run
It’s a nigga running behind you, you better
Hopin' for he don't find you
You know you better run
Hearing them bullets whistlin' by you
You see the red dots are around you
You know you better run
Those niggas really trying to kill you, you
Better hopin' for he won't kill you
You know you better run
Black gloves, black hat, black hoodie
Black gat
Flashlight attached to where the clap at
Nigga, get your on, my on
Bullets leave the group
Let 'em get a solo gunshot
Head on the council, pick the lock, backdoor
Dead the whole household
You want murder? Take a flight out here
(c'mon) when the hammer sparks
You gon' get a bright idea (c'mon)
You better gunshot the other way, before I
(Run) to the car when you
(Run) start playin'
You don't (Run) to Bizarre (yeah)
I leave a nigga slomp
A pistol grip will make your adrenaline pump
(shit) i blow your clothes backwards
Criss-cross your ass
Make your whole body jump (jump, jump)
This is gangsta shit like a John Gotti dump
People that's been shot before
They keep tellin' you that shit ain't fun
(fun, fun)
If you get the chance, yo you better
Run
It’s a nigga running behind you, you better
Hopin' for he don't find you
You know you better run
Hearing them bullets whistlin' by you
You see the red dots are around you
You know you better run
Those niggas really trying to kill you, you
Better hopin' for he won't kill you
You know you better run
Person 2: Man hit this nigga man
Swifty McVay: Damn nigga
Stand still motherfucker
Person 2: Man go ahead hit that nigga
Come on we gotta get the fuck on
Swifty McVay: The leaves in the way
Person 2: What?
Swifty McVay: Shut up nigga I got this
Person 2: Hit that nigga
Swifty McVay: I'm 'bout to hit him i got him
Gun cocks bang
Run
Duct tape her
Put the video tape and rape her
And fuck favors, I'm a criminal with a major
Disruptive membrane that's never letting
Go of the beef i'm no stranger
Streets paid with blood stains
I strangler her loose, wrangle a jump suit
Machete and leather boots
I'm severing whatever nigga sold you crack
And told you to expose your scrotum
To these whores and you click-clack
Remember that the pain
Have you niggas ducking like
The hunchback of Notre-Dame
Fuckers ain't gon' say a thing
Huggin a burner
You acting like you trying to murder
Like a marine that's never been overseas
I heard the niggas like you
I can turn your city against any nigga
Willing to send me an invite
Whoever double-cross me
Then already walked across my first line
So it's dandelions and curse time
Run
It’s a nigga running behind you, you better
Hopin' for he don't find you
You know you better run
Hearing them bullets whistlin' by you
You see the red dots are around you
You know you better run
Those niggas really trying to kill you, you
Better hopin' for he won't kill you
You know you better run
Black gloves, black hat, black hoodie
Black gat
Flashlight attached to where the clap at
Nigga, get your on, my on
Bullets leave the group
Let 'em get a solo gunshot
Head on the council, pick the lock, backdoor
Dead the whole household
You want murder? Take a flight out here
(c'mon) when the hammer sparks
You gon' get a bright idea (c'mon)
You better gunshot the other way, before I
(Run) to the car when you
(Run) start playin'
You don't (Run) to Bizarre (yeah)
I leave a nigga slomp
A pistol grip will make your adrenaline pump
(shit) i blow your clothes backwards
Criss-cross your ass
Make your whole body jump (jump, jump)
This is gangsta shit like a John Gotti dump
People that's been shot before
They keep tellin' you that shit ain't fun
(fun, fun)
If you get the chance, yo you better
Run
It’s a nigga running behind you, you better
Hopin' for he don't find you
You know you better run
Hearing them bullets whistlin' by you
You see the red dots are around you
You know you better run
Those niggas really trying to kill you, you
Better hopin' for he won't kill you
You know you better run