Mobb Deep - On the Run lyrics

You know my weapons conventional
Blow a hole, then you folding
You be the death of you, every do
Last view will be arial
Put the Range on off road
The woods to bury you
Never question my MO, or the ammo I carry
A state
Crime or federal, task force to battle you
Faggots, know what the lead'll do
Put ya vest on daddy
Them slugs will burn like verenial
Off top to carry you
Dirty laundry, we airing you
Respect my gangsta, and shotty
You little raps don't grab me
The truth'll hurt for they addy
They drink the drink and rade the pain
To build some courage to clap me
Give a fuck if it's tellin'
You, more the merry, i'm marry to guns
Muthafucka, pull ligaments, nigga, they vary
Being need of some medical
Livin' life as vegetable take that
Think about it and don't try nothin' fancy
Make a move and I'll level you
Like a bomb with atomic forces
Niggas betta pray and kiss they crosses
Holy water to bless you
Them slugs will tear your tissue
And clog the fuck outta a vassel
And got you seeing me crystal
Niggas sweatin' in they sleep
I got them sleepin' with pistols
I'm the dope, you the fiend, fuckin' right
I'm fiction

Shot a nigga from frontin'
I'm on the run now
Nigga try to fuck with my hustle
I'm on the run now
Used to gettin' paper, I'm touchin'
I'm on the run now
Life is so good, nigga, push me
I'm on the run now

Nigga be duckin' and slidin'
Cuz they know we providin'
All the shots for they night, they on us
We got it it's on us
You can put ya money back ya pocket
Keep ya chains and ya watches
This is deeper than robbing
I want your soul muthafucka
See you deep in some shit
Now you catchin' and shifts
And now I'm ready to flip
Without a thought, now we up in the whips
We pay our own music, yeah, yo
We all on our dicks
Got these bitches nose open
They be breezin' and fiendin'
Got her shootin' at people
Mad cuz they do leave them
They can't believe it
Now my car change with the seasons
When the spring, summer, fall
The truck droppin' the t-rex
I be boatin' and flying
Strapped in when I'm driving
Be on the side walking off
We truly be wilding
They got billions behind 'em
Still can't fuck with our rhyming
And these songs overpower
Where shit they frontin'