Saafir - Runnin' Man

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[verse 1] Young reg for short, though they used to call me ready Going two four, used to slang stress sacks called preemo What's the code name, kept my mind open, low game Then migrated to 31st where i first got my thirty thirst But before i ever popped my first glock, i used to be in the projects In 28th on broad in the ghost town, pop locking on my off days I will pop rocks in my mouth to serve fiends off a clean ass mongoose This is 1982, in 83 my mama hooked up with this sudanese named adil This shit here is ill but major real (twisted) Fucked up, this nigga tried to nut up on me and my family But i'll be damned if i let that shit there happen (you know) Start slapping my brothers then, told em to bounce up out the room Man, you trippin', straight to my jawbone, boom Fractured my shit, i spit in his face I could taste blood in my mouth, i had to get the fuck out My mama wasn't home so i left her somethin' to hit this nigga in his dome with I took a thick ass stick and hit him like biatch!! In cutt, i was stuck with no plan (no plan) All your mark is set, i'm out, runnin' man [chorus] Don't insist on runnin' unless you got to Can't escape your destiny, that's why i got you Listening to a fraction of my lifespan Catch me if you can, they call me runnin' man I ain't strikin' right when it first go down I'ma keep my feet planted solely in the ground Stayin' unshook, writing in my book of plans If the feds come, fuck it, i'm out, runnin' man [verse 2] The time is 10:13pm, i'm hella hot And impervious, striking up thirty at san pablo boulevard, emotionally scarred for life But don't trip, dibs down to my patna dante, rest in peace Tell em about the funk and buy nickle sack from his uncle but neither one was up at the crib So i pulled my head down on my lid and headed for skid row With the long arm of the law is caught off at the elbow Tried to get a 40 but i was too short, up off the ground picked a newport Lit it, then i hit it, then this og trick asked me to split it Ain't that a bitch, biatch You better back up off of me She said "chill out, cheer up, young nigga, my name is vera" She started to get nearer I think of my stake knife that i took from my past life of a skeptic Pulled to my lips the antiseptic She asked me to hit the liquid (nah) Cause you accept dick like a doctor accept the sick (i'll pass) She laughed and said "i like you, you remind me of my son" "he's twenty one, how old are you?" I'm twelve, straight on my way to hell "where you live?" i said nowhere "where you stayin' tonight?" i said i don't care She threw her hair back and said If i need a nap, she'd be at the st. francis room 304 I said fosho, i'm out, runnin' man [chorus] Don't insist on runnin' unless you got to Can't escape your destiny, that's why i got you Listening to a fraction of my lifespan Catch me if you can, they call me runnin' man I ain't strikin' right when it first go down I'ma keep my feet planted solely in the ground Stayin' unshook, writing in my book of plans If the feds come, fuck it, i'm out, runnin' man
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