Lyrics Run - Silkk the Shocker
(Silkk
the
Shocker)
Hoody
Hoo(gun
shot)
(Chorus)
Run,
run,
run,
run,
run
When
you
see
us
wit
them
guns
niggas
better
fuckin′
run
Run,
run,
run,
run
I
don't
give
a
fuck
where
you
from,
when
you
see
us,
better
run
Run,
run,
run,
run
I
don′t
give
a
fuck
where
you
from,
when
you
see
us,
better
run
Run,
run,
run,
run
When
we
come
wit
them
guns(niggas
better
fuckin'
run)
I
tell
a
nigga
once
mane,
fuck
tryna
tell
a
nigga
twice
I
tell
a
nigga
once,
he
miss
it
tha
first
time
That
mean
I
didn't
tell
a
nigga
right
Fuck
tellin′
a
nigga
polite,
tell
nigga
nice,
An
tell
niggas
I′mma
thug
How
I
sold
drugs,
still
a
killa,
I
wish
my
breath
would
kill
a
nigga
wit
slugs
All
yall
niggas
around,
I'm
gonna
ask
′em
all
Niggas
been
hype,
but
that's
tha
liquor
talkin′,
I'mma
relax
′em
dawg
Relax
there
fawl
Ten
is
what
I'm
gonna
count,
You
ain't
wit
these
niggas
you
better
bounce
like
a
basketball
Dirty
South,
where
niggas
talk
sideways
dawg
Where
niggas
close
streets
& chalk
sidewalks
off
No
evidence,
niggas
use
revolvers
dawg
Empty,
squeeze,
aim
til′
there
ain′t
no
problems
at
all
Shit
niggas
still
livin',
got
tha
same
problem
wit
dawg
Watch
out,
watch
out
he
still
breathin′
watch
out(three
gun
shots)
Problem
solved
Ghetto
ass
nigga
tote
choppers
& shit
Ghetto
slang,
fuck
tryna
sound
all
proper
& shit
Now
picture
me
sayin'
up
tha
cash,
I′ll
put
a
slug
in
yo
ass
Put
tha
money
in
tha
duffle
bag
I
don't
wanna
be
greedy,
I
just
want
enough
to
last
Shit
yall
really
lucky
we
sell
records,
cause
yall
be
ass
up
Picture
Me,
P,
C,
all
my
niggas
masked
up
Tellin′
yall
to
run
(Chorus)
(Ut
oh)
When
they
see
us
got
'em
like
faint
in
tha
club
Pourin'
champagne
on
′em
look
& they
thinkin′
it's
blood
I
meet
a
thug
& they
shouldn′t
even
much
bein'
this
close
I
got
′em
shook
up
like
ooh
like
they
seen
a
ghost
Now
see
if
I
ain't
had,
in
tha
middle
of
tha
hood
where
I
would
be
But
they
scared
of
me
but
look
they
gotta
right,
they
should
be
I
might
fuck
wit
some
dawg
but
I
don′t
fuck
wit
many
I
got
some
hard
news
but
I
gotta
find
a
way
to
break
it
to
'em
gently
If
they
ain't
got
no
flow
& ain′t
got
no
dough
Try
somethin′
new
cause
me
if
I
ain't
got
no
mo′
I'm
a
hustla,
hope
everythang
I
do
bubble
Hope
my
album
go
triple
or
at
least
double
If
not,
somebody
in
trouble
You
better
wacth
what
you
sayin
& tha
way
you
sayin′
words
Yeah
I
got
money
& all
dawg,
but
look
I'd
rather
spend
yours
You
this
No
limit
shit
dawg,
we
bounded
by
blood
One
scream
Hoody
Hoo
& we
surroundin′
tha
club
You
better
Chorus(2X)
1 Intro
2 Na Na Na
3 Run
4 That's Cool - feat. Trina
5 Uh Ha
6 Funny Guy
7 Interlude 1
8 Haters
9 Interlude 2
10 Seem Like a Thug
11 My World, My Way
12 Go Down
13 What's Heaven Like
14 What I'm Looking For
15 Executive Thug
16 The Day After
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