Текст песни Run for It - JUVENILE
I
be
comin′
up
wit
da
glock
toy
You
can
stop,
boy
You
ain't
heard
I′m
off
tha
block,
boy
Chipp-pedy
chop,
boy
Off
in
ya
cut
is
where
I'm
layin'
Ready
fo′
sprayin′
Soon
as
I
see
yo
face
and
hand
I
ain't
wit
dat
playin′
My
daddy
showed
me
how
to
play
it
in
a
situation
My
daddy
tol'
me
I
ain′t
shit
wit
outta
occupation
So,
I
played
the
game,
bust
yo'
head
if
you
said
my
name
I
had
some
of
deez
niggaz
scared
I
came
I
kno′
some
niggaaz
out
tha
Nolia
that'll
ride
fo'
me
I
kno′
some
niggaz
hollin′
solja
dat
a
die
fo'
me
T.C.,
L.T.,
Magnolia
and
six
Oh,
you
want
some
of
dat
fire
dope
you
can
score
in
da
bricks
You
disrespectin′
my
mind
'cuz
you
keep
comin′
short
I
might
hitcha
wit
dat
iron
'cuz
you
need
to
be
taught
You
keep
showing
yo
teeth
′cuz
you
thank
it's
a
joke
You
mus
thank
deez
bullets
ain't
real
and
you
ain′t
gon′
git
smoke
Now,
if
ya
at
dat
second
line
and
dem
boyz
gotta
gun
You
betta
run
for
it,
run
for
it,
run
And
if
ya
too
deep
in
some
beef
and
dem
boyz
'bout
ta
come
You
betta
run
for
it,
run
for
it,
run
If
ya
ain′t
gotta
strap
but
yo'
enemy
got
one
You
betta
run
for
it,
run
for
it,
run
And
if
you
got
into
it
wit
a
cash
money
brotha
You
betta
run
for
it,
run
for
it,
run
(Who
me?)
I
be
in
all
black
sometimes
Sometimes,
I
be
jumpin′
out
trees
in
camouflage
Me
and
Juvenile
got
two
keys
we
'bout
ta
ride
Dem
boyz
playin′
wit
da
upt,
well,
dey
gots
to
die
Man,
it's
that
deep
It's
a
tragedy
when
you
can
test
me
Heard
I
run
in
houses,
don′t
put
it
past
me
Hell,
look
boy,
you
betta
tell
deez
niggaz
Fo′
I
mask
up
and
try
ta
kill
deez
niggaz
You
don't
want
my
stress
troubles
I
be
back
in
2 hummers
and
5 lex-bubbles
Wa,
my
big
brother
Juvy
Tol′
me
not
to
eva
letta
nigga
screw
me
Tol'
me
if
I
eva
did
he
would
do
me
Gave
me
two
guns
and
sent
me
round
dey
shootin′
And
then
they
start
runnin'
Hardest
niggaz
on
tha
block
started
actin′
like
a
woman
Tha
4-foot
stranger
in
ya
area
bustin'
Load
it
up,
slide
it
in
Cock
it
back,
pop
it
out,
we
ridin'
I′ll
run
in
a
busta
spot
I′ll
sit
on
a
busta
porch,
I'll
sleep
on
a
busta
block
Apply
five
and
then
let
go
Bang,
Lil′
cowards
keep
playin',
get
hurt
Motha-flirk
see
I
dont
curse
but′ll
wet
up
yo
shirt
Look
all
my
enemy's
see
me
comin′
All
my
enemy's
peugh
be
runnin'
Now,
if
ya
at
dat
second
line
and
dem
boyz
gotta
gun
You
betta
run
for
it,
run
for
it,
run
And
if
ya
too
deep
in
some
beef
and
dem
boyz
′bout
ta
come
You
betta
run
for
it,
run
for
it,
run
Now,
if
ya
ain′t
gotta
strap
but
yo'
enemy
got
one
You
betta
run
for
it,
run
for
it,
run
And
if
you
got
into
it
wit
a
cash
money
brotha
You
betta
run
for
it,
run
for
it,
run
You
thank
I′m
playin'-a
somthin′,
Lil
Woo
dey',
I
ain′t
trippin'
Tha
beef
started
last
week
and
dem
niggaz
still
be
hittin'
Two
children
got
killed
and
a
ol′
lady
got
hit
Look,
I′m
'bout
ta
git
tha
fuck
′cuz
I
ain'
got
no
time
fo′
dis
shit
Now,
you
could
be
comin'
through
and
runnin′
to
a
gun
if
you
feel
That
they
ain't
gon'
do
you
shit
′cuz
ya
real
I
won′t
wanna
be
witcha
when
it's
happening
either
I
probably
be
some
where
ducked
off
takin′
a
nap
wit
my
people
I'd
rather
see
it
on
T.V.
Than
I
see
it
in
person
And
having
my
fucking′
head
hurtin'
when
dem
30′s
be
burstin'
I
bet
if
yo'
beef
see
ya,
he
ain′t
gon′
wait
fo'
ya
dog
Our
all
gon′
try
to
rearrange
ja
face
fo'
ya
dog
A
2nd
line
and
round
dem
clubs,
ain′t
no
place
fo'
ya
dog
Dem
same
niggaz
you
come
up
wit
playa-hatin′
ya
dog
I
see
'em
comin'
wit
choppers
and
I
know
they
gon′
bust
Lil′
Wayne
hol'
up,
we
kiting
out
sho′
nuff'
Now,
if
ya
at
dat
second
line
and
dem
boyz
gotta
gun
You
betta
run
for
it,
run
for
it,
run
And
if
ya
too
deep
in
some
beef
and
dem
boyz
′bout
ta
come
You
betta
run
for
it,
run
for
it,
run
Now,
if
ya
ain't
gotta
strap
but
yo′
enemy
got
one
You
betta
run
for
it,
run
for
it,
run
And
if
you
got
into
it
wit
a
cash
money
brotha
You
betta
run
for
it,
run
for
it,
run
Now,
if
ya
at
dat
second
line
and
dem
boyz
gotta
gun
You
betta
run
for
it,
run
for
it,
run
And
if
ya
too
deep
in
some
beef
and
dem
boyz
'bout
ta
come
You
betta
run
for
it,
run
for
it,
run
Now,
if
ya
ain't
gotta
strap
but
yo′
enemy
got
one
You
betta
run
for
it,
run
for
it,
run
And
if
you
got
into
it
wit
a
cash
money
brotha
You
betta
run
for
it,
run
for
it,
run
Ya
betta
run
for
it,
run
for
it
Ya
betta
run
for
it,
run
for
it
Ya
betta
run
for
it,
run
for
it
Go
git
cha
gun
for
it,
gun
for
it
Ya
betta
run
for
it,
run
for
it,
run
Run
for
it,
run
for
it,
run
Run
for
it,
run
for
it,
run
Run
for
it,
run
for
it,
run
Get
cha
gun
for
it,
gun
for
it,
gun
Get
cha
gun
for
it,
gun
for
it
1 400 Degreez
2 Intro (Big Tymers / 400 Degreez)
3 Ha
4 Gone Ride With Me
5 Flossin Season
6 Ghetto Children
7 Follow Me Now
8 Cash Money Concert
9 Welcome 2 Tha Nolia
10 U.P.T.
11 Run for It
12 Ha (Hoy Boys Remix)
13 Rich Niggaz
14 Back That Azz Up
15 Off Top
16 After Cash Money Concert
17 Juvenile on Fire
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