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feat. Cam'ron Beans: 1st verse Running, hundred miles a running, thru the rain or the sun, on when them fed folks coming/ Keep yo heads up young'n, gotta get ya heads up young'ns, the streets’ll gear yo heads up young'n// Listen, clip yo contacts, stay focused like contacts, yo heads open before contracts/ Can’t go where mom at, the last place you wanna bring the drama at, the first place they gone track, I promise// Can’t relax, but remain the calmest, couple rules that you play by, stay by, stay live/ You keep yo boots on and lace tied, & troop on the late night, If you play right, scape life// Right, you never play the daylight, Jakes get on yo tail, Never let ‘em see the brakelight/ Catch me if you can, when I’m dipping from the cops, Mr. Ginger bread, never falling victim of the rocks// Beans: 2nd verse Wanted, but you can’t stop running, with a price on yo head, be prepared to gun back/ Man don’t be scared like the red coats coming, nigga stay underground & keep running like Tugman// You can’t sleep, not a peep, no slumber, man I slept by the hund'ed, I was rest this summer/ I know it’s stressed, when you dealing with the running, waking up in cold sweats, pissed, scared with the rumblers// Fuck it, just prepare for the trouble, don’t be shit scared nigga, with yo head under covers/ This not a broad threat, I got something for ‘em on the steps, 52 techs, this is not a warning// Shit it goes like camera flash, when the hammer blast put on yo State Props camo'flage/ Crack blocks, nor the Avalanche, put on yo Montana mask, get to clapping like Pakistan// Whatever scrap, cause a accident, make a traffic jam Dodge all the traps you can, keep running/// Cam: 3rd verse All you gotta say is hide me, I ride free, I be, the 1 to change yo birth, S.S or I.D/ No mo hanging with the Y.G’s, State Prop, no Rock, private dock, case you need a I.V// No mo Bent, that’s the court money, four 20’s, seems can Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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