Soulja Slim - On the Run lyrics

[Intro: Soulja Slim] Go head big baby Soulja Slim's in this mothaf**er with Da Hound from girttown And C mothaf**in' Murder Know what I'm saying for the 19 9nickel and three mothaf**ing pennies sh**'s getting real [Soulja Slim] Its the Glock born shooter so respect him don't neglect him But check him, quick to blast bullets off in your intersection You better ask some f**ing body bout Soulja Slim I murdered them And I keep it co*ked at all times come look at him I'm inviting you to danger You best to be a banger One that don't miss I'm TRU to this I' ve been raised Blues an sh** I trained myself for combatbust back as I react On every attack so n***as keep your mouths closed And eyes open My trigger finger itching to be stroking Praying and hoping One of you n***as build ya'll nuts up to come try me Last n***a done it bloody body Him couldn't get by me, why me A soldier that has a backround of murders and robbery That sh** that used to be my hobby Never do it sloppy, make the job well done Get rid of the murder weapon get a new gun I'm on the run [Chorus x2] I'm on the run, so all you b**h n***as leave me alone I'm on the run, ducking 2 shots to the dome [C-Murder] It ain't no limit to the mothaf**ing b**hes we f** My tank n***as bout to make the world blow up We get rowdy in the club, so show me some love Its been 2 years since I possessed some d** n***a hard times is a thing of the past Give me 2 keys and I'm gone give you back cash I'm a hustle til I'm dead, ball til I fall I won't rest til they put my name on the wall TRU n***as gone ride, playa haters gone die Cause after dollars and cents only the strong survive With bulletproof Hummers and multiple pistols With solid gold tanks and multiple missles I'ma bust until I can't bust no more The Magnolia, Girttown with the Calliope I'ma No Limit Soldier they be some soidier too I represent them k**ers cause they in my crew [Chorus x2] [Da Hound] I just hit the streets with my beer Them n***as know what time it is Clear up the streets b**hes put away your kids sh** I'm going out like a gangsta did Mothaf**ers gotta get it how ya live sh** were you n***as was were you n***as here Take a short vacation and n***as struck fear f** I'm bout to break it down to the nitty gritty n***a act sh**ty I'ma bring 'em back to the days of nitty Give me a Bud, pop the lid take a swig Give me the other bud, roll a spliff take a hit I gotta leave 'em how I left 'em down and out Running about, happy more than a smith n wesson I took my pistol I struck it to the ground I want something go buck about a 100 f**ing rounds Plus I want the poi and f**ing furl I'm a broke off that 11500 f** that girl sh** give me the wig watch me spilt it dig Too many n***as ain't pretty but this n***a is I got to do 'em like my cousin Dave do Den we tap dem lights mothaf**a hey you Catch the ground up the sh** I'ma pistol whip I be around f** don't let me catch a n***a slip [Chorus x2]