Run tha Street
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Penitentiary scars, war stars, stolen cars
What you wanna be, a gangster or a gang star?
Make ya mind up 'fore ya time's up
I pick my nine up 'fore they find 'em all in the cut
Fucked up, it's like I'm locked up, they let your man out
Thought he got 20, he didn't do any
Now it's time to carry our plan out
Fuck the handout and the charity case
A bunch of fans hop, burn it down and murdered the place
Developed in courtrooms, and they caught me in dark rooms
'Cause I got caught with a yacht in Cancun
With a bird, you know it wasn't a parakeet
It was a ki' worth at least ten thousand G's
Plus I was indicted, then extradited
Sent to the county to fight it, then my bail was priceless
Shit like this requires drastic measures
I heard Alaska's the new place for escaped felons
Because the ones don't mind and the sun don't shine
If I roll some hydro with some friends of mine
It's gettin' dark on the town, they gettin' jiggy wit' it
I'm gettin' gangster wit' it, killin', John Gotti wit' it
I don't regret shit, I ain't sorry for nothin' I done
I did it all for a reason, I'm louder when the pen done
I wanna run the streets and rule the world
Punch the boys and kiss the girls
Cease the peace and start the war
Kill the bitches and fuck the whores
They wanna know why I nut up in the club
'Cause they never show me love
Before I was 21, had to run and get a fake ID
How ya like me now?
Come try me, I push it down like H. Rap Brown
Should I get a sack or should I get some liquor?
What'll go first, will it be my lungs or my liver?
Make you quiver as I sip and take a drink out the bottle
It's hard to swallow, gotta hop over this bullshit
I listen too hard, my heart is hollow
With no sorrow or no sympathy
No positive energy, bad publicity
Badass energy everywhere I go
For a show, they'd rather hear the .44 go bloke than the flow
And therefore, I give the people what they want, supply and demand
Put the money in my hand, work with me, I'm the man
Daz Dilli, you on some crazy stuff
Now they all under the dirt, pushin' the daisies up
The price of life, nigga, is dirt cheap
The diary of death is even cheaper, fresh and don't sleep
If the words that the preacher preach don't reach
His homey needs, his own perception of the speech
Then what good is it if the hood ain't in it?
Don't act like you heard it, act like you know it
When I serve it, motherfucker
I wanna run the streets and rule the world
Punch the boys and kiss the girls
Cease the peace and start the war
Kill the bitches and fuck the whores
Run the streets and rule the world
Punch the boys and kiss the girls
Cease the peace and start the war
Kill the bitches and fuck the whores
I'm a G like Tray Deee, King Tee
And Eazy-E and Ice-T and all the other G's like me
Niggas like y'all pop that Utah Jazz
Shoot from the outside but can't come in and bash
Skid the mask 'cause your bitch ass ain't got enough cash
If you move too fast, your ass'll get blast
I'm out for cash, in lieu if I got the blast to shoot
In a khaki suit, hit the witness before they can prosecute
The whole testimony was stretched and phony
Have your baby mama testify for me
Say that she knew me, I was with her on the night it went down
Said we fucked around in a cheap hotel out of town
All I know this much, the bitch clown, she lied under oath
Now my niggas got to catch you slippin', cut your throat
Aw, 'cause you wouldn't listen, had to rock the boat
I set you up with them Inglewood bitches to get you smoked
Now my niggas is out for y'all
The Roman Empire's about to fall, Death Row is about to fall
Goddamn, this gangsta shit get deep
Caught him in Baghdad, gone dead, put his ass to sleep
We had to creep-creep, cut the glass out the skylight
Slid into the window at the quarter after midnight
Slit his windpipe and did his wife with the same knife
Took his homie life under the streetlight
I think I'll live a strange life, I'll probably die a stranger death
The dangerous words under the nearest stranger's breath
A gangster's decision was made to have every issue
Glock straight blowin' away
I wanna run the streets and rule the world
Punch the boys and kiss the girls
Cease the peace and start the war
Kill the bitches and fuck the whores
Run the streets and rule the world
Punch the boys and kiss the girls
Cease the peace and start the war
Kill the bitches and fuck the whores
Yeah, run the streets
Yeah, nigga, you know we run this right here
Every day, all day, you know I'm in them streets
Diss me if you want to, I'll catch y'all slippin', homie
Yeah, the Black Phantom, haha, ho
Run the streets, kiss the girls, cease the peace