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letra de on da run pt. 2 - allied productions

[verse 1: mr. n-gga]
snap, goes the clip, pop down once-a-crooked cop
crooked cop who tried to stress me on my own block
as quick, see, he took me for a half of ounce
and a certain amount of cheese that i do counted
talkin’ ’bout it, i was mad, yeah, ready to scr-p
bust me in my face when i had no pound to give him snort
then he sprayed mace in my f-ckin’ face (face)
couldn’t see sh-t, and in my mouth was a bl–dy taste
throwin’ up, turned and shakin’ on the f-ckin’ concrete
just got ganked by mackin’ ass police
plottin’ a revenge on this motherf-ckin’ ass
and when i’ll see that pig, i’m a blast, mane, i’m a blast
one from my glock, teflon for the bullеtproof vest
waitin’ for that fool to make his routine routе check
n-gga speed the pace, see me wait as he roll down
when he stepped down, i buck him down, mane, i buck him down
death to that [?], [?find a fella?], holler at my ho
cut my hair, touch my clothes, take it to chicago
it’s all my conscience, but i’ll take it like as it comes
comes another n-gga on the run

[verse 2: lil sko]
i heard my n-gga mr. n-gga had to blast on a f-ckin’ cop
showin’ no remorse, see, that hood hustle never stop
i’m on my track, ’cause that’s my f-ckin’ occupation
and watchin’ my back for a f-cked up ass situation
i’m fully strapped with that semi-automatic
for robbers and crooked cops who be bringin’ the f-ckin’ static
i heard them junkies plottin’ up to try and take my stash
my chrome tone, my juice, and also b-tches
i heard footsteps, and swear that i heard blast, wait
they try to take what i make, i got no time to waste
load it up, hook it up to his head
he’s dead, i told you i want it to exactly what i said
this [?] his neck
did that crime, dodge in no time, never ever get no rest
many of plenty victims in that game, they got hung
it seems i take the hard way, and be a n-gga on the run
[verse 3: emp da pimp]
me, i shoot the sheriff, but i miss and hit the deputy
you can’t take no chances when it’s my [?] in a k!llin’ spree
thinkin’ i can’t escape, but they dealin’ with this heavy way
shots from my glock as i run ’bout the front gate
as i duck in, ho, i grip [?]
[?] with the blink of a eye
all of a sudden, i got this [?] chase, got a n-gga ass
dropped at me a rock in a [?]
i’m stuck, pistol whip [?]
see, i’m not thinkin’ of runnin’, ’cause [?] fo’ sho’
see, quickly, [?], sheriff drop to the concrete
[?] b-tches, as i vamp through the petty streets
if i got to go, i’m goin’ out with a bang, bang
aimin’ to yo brain, ’cause emp don’t play no games
[?] road block
makin’ no certain stops as i drop and pop another cop
i’m on the-

- allied productions

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