on a farm, and keep a long sleeve shirt for them tats on your arm [Chorus: x2] I'm on the run Packin my Gun Havin no fun Caught in the cross hairs When I thought I had run
em-phasis on our syllables [Verse 2 - Jay-Z] If the emphasis on the compact disc isn't the beat Than I'm gon' feature Em and get rich And let Dre mix
Rucker with all my Jake's on (Yeah!) Car grills so big you can cook a steak on (yeah!) People hear Ma$e call em' wanna get their mase on You hot 16
some new em-phasis on our syllables [Jay-Z] If the emphasis on the compact disc isn't the beat than I'm gon feature EM and get rich and let Dre mix the
in the Rucker with all my Jake's on (Yeah) Car grills so big you can cook a steak on (Yeah) People hear Mase call 'em wanna get their mase on You hot
gone on patrone but i really dont feel it gotta little swagger ima rock to the right Mac dre air brush nikes and my wifey Someone spills liqure on my
miles on a flat, flip the motherfucker over watch it slide on its back, let the windows up as bullets fly out the Mac, no gunpowder on me, I'm as fly
' you, do not tempt me I'll run up and squeeze And put a hole in you, hole in you There is a genie in that bottle of that Don-Pari'on I'm a drink till
and keep truckin' bitch Before I get my gat ya pressure case Blast, blast I leave my gang bang layin' on ya face I tattoe Dre name on my chest Cross
keep truckin' bitch Before I get my gat ya pressure case Blast, blast I leave my gang bang layin' on ya face I tattooed Dre name on my chest Cross it
us on Adventures with his bling Kool Moe Dee told us that Knowledge Is King meanwhile LL was rockin the bells Chuck D and Ice T told the cops go to hell G Rap was Kool RUN
the Audubon Slang rock on the same block that the water on I be more than gone, run and get your order form Next time I record a song, gon' put my daughter on
and Clutch Bob Dre, Black Will, if the flow don't kill you the Mac will Lord forgive me for I've sinned Over and over again just to stay on top I recall
on five-hundred As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack I used to idolize cat Hurt me to my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pap, how he go out
blasted Run nigga and stash it I got places to go, I got people to see The penitentiary, ain't the place for me I'm warnin you do, not tempt me I'll run
but when the truth hit the roof man enemies run its like givin it how you want it i got it jump on it and im livin life like im on it til mornin im
Folsom then fuck you on Rikers And Life Goes On Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs He told Vibe Dre was gonna leave me on
