[Intro: Stretch] One time, one time, nigga, one time! (Where?) Runnin' from the police (Yeah, I know what you mean) No matter what I do, they got a nigga Still runnin' from the police (Put them motherfucking Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all) [Verse 1: Yaki Kadafi] I ain't got nuttin' on my mind, but gettin' in some trouble Licking shots to they block, leavin' bloody blood puddles For some ridah's delight, now we in a gunfight I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight It's on me, but if I die, bury me a motherfucking G A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece Thug Life motherfucker, got me runnin' from the police [Verse 2: K-Dogg] Nigga, you know that's true Catch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin' with a crew Every damn day parlay with my glass of Re The O.J. and it's all okay To that fuckin' fake cop, got to play the man Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand Damn, I hope it don't spill Nigga chill, shit is real, cock back my steel [Verse 3: E.D.I. Mean] Still runnin' from the police, I gets no sleep I got you peepin' in my window, while I'm smokin' indo But I ain't no motherfucking track star, pigs got a jeep Like Big Malcolm, runnin' through motherfucker's backyards So I grabs my piece before I flee And instead of me runnin', these bitches is runnin' from me Lick shots hit spots off on my piece 'Cause a nigga like Big Malcolm is through runnin' from the police [Hook: Buju Banton] Now it's war, me trying to sell, runnin' from the punk police They try to cock me, but them can't gun store What about they come to hold up me north Pulled up the park, I left school and let's buck Look around, look around, punk police Run as fast as you can, but you can't catch me Look around, look around, punk police Me have to blast back, 'cause they blast at me [Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G. & Stretch] Yo I was, schemin' and fiendin' for loots and took the crooked route to Ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game The insane brain, cold gettin' fly like a plane On them suckers with my nigga Biggie Smalls causin' ruckus Check it, I grew up, a fuckin' screw-up Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin' blew up Choppin' rocks overnight The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin' to turn into the black Frank White And we got the workers choppin' rock, fiends by the flock And we gettin' it, the dirty cop is jealous so they sweatin' it I'm lettin' off smoke, hope they don't play me for no joke And provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slide We keepin' it real, fuck how you feel, Biggie pass the steel Let's serve these motherfuckers, slugs as a fuckin' meal We had to grow dreads to change our description Two cops is on the milk box missin' Show they toes you know they got stepped on A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon Run from the police picture that, nigga, I'm too fat I fuck around and catch a asthma attack That's why I bust back, it don't phase me When he drop, take his Glock, and I'm Swayze Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker [Hook: Buju Banton] Now it's war, me trying to sell, runnin' from the punk po-lice They try to cock me, but them can't gun store What about they come to hold up me north Pulled up the park, I left school and let's buck Look around, look around, punk po-lice Run as fast as you can, but you can't catch me Look around, look around, punk police Me have to blast back, 'cause they blast at me [Verse 5: 2Pac] They got me runnin' from the five-o Duckin' and dodgin' and my survival Depends on when I let off with my nine, ho I'm movin' swifter than the next nigga, no time for sex 'Cause in my mind all I wonder is who's next Nigga, my homie slipped and now he pays the price He did a drive-by, sixteen, now he's doin' triple life Tell me is it me or my upbringin' I spit that thug shit Nigga, motherfuck singin' I hope you got your Timberlands on tight 'Cause I ain't givin' up I'd rather duck these motherfuckers all night I'm runnin' through the projects, biatch They'll never catch me 'Cause I'm loc'ed and trigger happy on the, sniatch Don't say you never heard of me, til they murder me I'm a legend Do thug niggas go to heaven? I'm rollin' with the Thoro Headz We gettin' ghost on them hoes and yo I got no love for the five-o I'm runnin' from the police [Hook: Buju Banton] Now it's war, me trying to sell, runnin' from the punk po-lice They try to cock me, but them can't gun store What about they come to hold up me north Pulled up the park, I left school and let's buck Look around, look around, punk po-lice Run as fast as you can, but you can't catch me Look around, look around, punk police Me have to blast back, 'cause they blast at me
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John 20:1-6
#Brandon🔥
John 19:37-42✋💯👂👣
[Intro: Stretch]
One time, one time, nigga, one time! (Where?)
Runnin' from the police (Yeah, I know what you mean)
No matter what I do, they got a nigga
Still runnin' from the police
(Put them motherfucking Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all)
[Verse 1: Yaki Kadafi]
I ain't got nuttin' on my mind, but gettin' in some trouble
Licking shots to they block, leavin' bloody blood puddles
For some ridah's delight, now we in a gunfight
I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight
It's on me, but if I die, bury me a motherfucking G
A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me
With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece
Thug Life motherfucker, got me runnin' from the police
[Verse 2: K-Dogg]
Nigga, you know that's true
Catch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin' with a crew
Every damn day parlay with my glass of Re
The O.J. and it's all okay
To that fuckin' fake cop, got to play the man
Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand
Damn, I hope it don't spill
Nigga chill, shit is real, cock back my steel
[Verse 3: E.D.I. Mean]
Still runnin' from the police, I gets no sleep
I got you peepin' in my window, while I'm smokin' indo
But I ain't no motherfucking track star, pigs got a jeep
Like Big Malcolm, runnin' through motherfucker's backyards
So I grabs my piece before I flee
And instead of me runnin', these bitches is runnin' from me
Lick shots hit spots off on my piece
'Cause a nigga like Big Malcolm is through runnin' from the police
[Hook: Buju Banton]
Now it's war, me trying to sell, runnin' from the punk police
They try to cock me, but them can't gun store
What about they come to hold up me north
Pulled up the park, I left school and let's buck
Look around, look around, punk police
Run as fast as you can, but you can't catch me
Look around, look around, punk police
Me have to blast back, 'cause they blast at me
[Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G. & Stretch]
Yo I was, schemin' and fiendin' for loots and took the crooked route to
Ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game
The insane brain, cold gettin' fly like a plane
On them suckers with my nigga Biggie Smalls causin' ruckus
Check it, I grew up, a fuckin' screw-up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin' blew up
Choppin' rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin' to turn into the black Frank White
And we got the workers choppin' rock, fiends by the flock
And we gettin' it, the dirty cop is jealous so they sweatin' it
I'm lettin' off smoke, hope they don't play me for no joke
And provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slide
We keepin' it real, fuck how you feel, Biggie pass the steel
Let's serve these motherfuckers, slugs as a fuckin' meal
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missin'
Show they toes you know they got stepped on
A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
Run from the police picture that, nigga, I'm too fat
I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his Glock, and I'm Swayze
Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker
[Hook: Buju Banton]
Now it's war, me trying to sell, runnin' from the punk po-lice
They try to cock me, but them can't gun store
What about they come to hold up me north
Pulled up the park, I left school and let's buck
Look around, look around, punk po-lice
Run as fast as you can, but you can't catch me
Look around, look around, punk police
Me have to blast back, 'cause they blast at me
[Verse 5: 2Pac]
They got me runnin' from the five-o
Duckin' and dodgin' and my survival
Depends on when I let off with my nine, ho
I'm movin' swifter than the next nigga, no time for sex
'Cause in my mind all I wonder is who's next
Nigga, my homie slipped and now he pays the price
He did a drive-by, sixteen, now he's doin' triple life
Tell me is it me or my upbringin'
I spit that thug shit
Nigga, motherfuck singin'
I hope you got your Timberlands on tight
'Cause I ain't givin' up
I'd rather duck these motherfuckers all night
I'm runnin' through the projects, biatch
They'll never catch me
'Cause I'm loc'ed and trigger happy on the, sniatch
Don't say you never heard of me, til they murder me
I'm a legend
Do thug niggas go to heaven?
I'm rollin' with the Thoro Headz
We gettin' ghost on them hoes and yo
I got no love for the five-o
I'm runnin' from the police
[Hook: Buju Banton]
Now it's war, me trying to sell, runnin' from the punk po-lice
They try to cock me, but them can't gun store
What about they come to hold up me north
Pulled up the park, I left school and let's buck
Look around, look around, punk po-lice
Run as fast as you can, but you can't catch me
Look around, look around, punk police
Me have to blast back, 'cause they blast at me
Thankyou
This is not the original version; this is the second version that was supposed to be on Me Against the World
This version is actually better to me
And yaki Kadafi
Suge Knight reincarnate him