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featuring Twista This is a story about two lives ones from chicago and the other is from New York [Twista] Now nigga what you thinking of repentence But I'm coming back with the vengence Running like the essense it was intense bottom was the end I bring these motherfuckers like sentence What its been sin let me not go deep in the story But douple up free when Im rapping got me going up in the zone Then let my niggas and bitches dat heard a nigga and how it happened Got thrown in it you remember I was crazy in the shoulder When I praised to be holder hit a man Like a crusier within a range with the rover Instead of you feeling strange to a soldier Me and puff dropped in the parking lot I already found the key so lets crawl on the floor But I decided to rob but we still tracked I have found a shop I gotta bust that hoe who you gotta drive I'ma let the M.O.L.L. ride blast when you crash through the exit You still alive but our oppersition gotta die when it goes in the zone To the next shit when the car speed stomp I blast my heat on Guns cocked I'ma winshield thats us should of been killed Kept shootin till I see his dirty face do a windmill Startin cashin for mojin now we frozen aint nobody here holding Been in th staples kind of golden now we doulging no niggas have roading They started coming at us with high tec shit Theres so much a mac can do but you know what we got to do Dont get in the wind cause this is the end of chapter 2 they coming after you Chorus Living my life on the run, wit these niggas coming after me Is this the way that it has to be I cant tell these dreams from reality Now I'm not afraid to die so it really doesn't matter to me It just might be my destiny I hope you niggaz is ready for me [Puff Daddy] So my whole empire crumbling into pieces as the trouble increases Escape as feces when the car speed releases I'm on the run like Jesus First chapter was sadness but this one is madness killas on our ass Plus a few goodie bags is where we write fashions Now see whos the fastest stop cross streets like a will C Hit the curb but some still swear damn they aint no brakes I feel like the "enemy of the state" we on the run like Will Smith But this is some real shit so the car wont slow down I had to crash through a window neva shook but now we gonna come With the showdown didnt know what we was in for Somehow someway we gotta get the ammunition for dumb play Now I hear somebody recache motherfuckers gotta get away T(twista) lets go this a-way throught the ally But these niggas cant star me Im askin the bell and taxi Betta shake for the kennedythey cant catch me There in 20 minutes exactly get tickets for the first airline First flight out just suffer the hardcore can you tell whats going for me Me and T on the plane on our way to chicago When Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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