Z-Ro, Mr. Drastic , O-N-E - Keep Runnin lyrics

I pledge allegiance, to getting my cash on
Either ligalo with a Glock, and my mask on
I gotta go get it, cause I got an appetite
Down to run up in your residence
And blast on sight
It's for the paper it's for the bread
It's for the feddy seventeen stash spots
Between the Dodge and the Chevy
Fuck the whole wide world
It's just me and my songs
Constantly moving on
To find a better place to call home
Keep running, but always look where you going
Whether it's sunny or snowing
Them people'll kick your do' in
They keep coming, I had to gather up my rocks
And relocate blocks
And set up my shop away from the cops
Cause, I'm a hustler, slash all that
With plenty Christian in the background
For fall backs that mean I got a plan
B-C and D-E-F-G excetera z-Ro running game
Two thousand two steps ahead of you

Keep running keep on running

I'm on a whole nother level
Now I'm running for the devil
When I finally get the shovel
I'ma bury him mayn
Bringing true to the game
So I'm putting God first
No burden I can't handle
I done been through the worst
Now it's time for the better
Me and Ro getting setter
Drop the top in rainy weather
And I'm loving it mayn
From the cradle to the grave
No more being a slave
When you see me best believe me
I be off of the chain
Gripping the grain doing the thang
With Gene and Day screaming my name
Before I go on I make em pay business first
Making sure my money is straight
I'm loving the hate
Because it's keeping food on the plate
It's later and Ro
Yeah you know we running the show
Getting the do', rapper slash CEO
Wherever I go
I always be the number one stunning
So you better keep on running

Everyday is a struggle
So I gotta get up and get it
I'm dodging the federalies
Trying to stack my mill ticket
It's wicked up in these streets
If you don't work you don't eat
That's why my eyes are wide open
Never falling asleep i roll O-N-E deep
Cause I don't need no niggas
They hold you down everytime
When you trying to stack figgas
I'm clutching chrome plated triggas
That's keeping these bitches running
Faster than Forest Gump
That twist and turn when they coming
I been a hustler for a hustler
Was even thinking of hustling
And sold every kinda drug
And that's the end of discussion
I'm not trusting nan nigga
Nan bitch or friend
Because they all turn fraud
In the god damn end
I'm dropping rhymes and wreckes
And my sixteens is cold
No baking soda it's over
I'm mixing O-N-E do'
When it's finally wrapped in plastic
Then shipped to the stores
We'll be them seven figga niggas
O-N-E and Z-Ro