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letra de don't run (remix) - axel leon

[intro:]
yeah (juice!)
south bronx

uh
it’s hard to go to war, when you goin’ through emotions
i’m cold, no feelin’
you froze, no feelin’
paralyzed from the waist down
’cause he got up in my face
now that n-gg-‘s face down, ate rounds
doors open, hangin’ off the panamera
twin desert like i brung a mirror to the sahara, he’s seein’ double
if he don’t see that he’s seein’ perfect
then he’s in trouble
my gun’ll love ’em
wanna see ’em cuddle? (they’re so cute)
f-ck boy, don’t run
leave them empty bottles ’til them bus boys don’t come
back then – we used to snuff boys, no guns – now it’s pump ’til he runs
collapse, no lungs
they hate like “he cool when he rap but he’s no pun”
ans b-tches hate that i’m c-cky, they be like “he’s no fun”
n-gg-s beef, then go smoke in the park, they so dumb
i’ll come swingin’ ’til they’re out of the park – homerun
from tiffany to soundview, k!ller n-gg-s surround you
you don’t want them bx n-gg-s around you, they don’t play that
smack you with a sock, they want homie to clown you
them n-gg-s’ll leave you right where they found you
he ain’t know i had a gun
he thought i finished the clip, d-ckhead ain’t know i added one
make sure he don’t feel his legs, then tell him he’s gotta run
f-cked up when he tried to touch down, he had to punt
please tell me who gave you the honor, to go pistol/pistol against one of my shooters
i’ma give you 60 seconds and then i’ma just do the honor
n-gg- that’s my word on jimbo, tony, and buddah mama – quote me
ain’t n-body talkin’ to the cops here
y’all lookin’ for excuses until one of y’all is not here
simpson dead end, we holdin’ down the block here
we fear less, we fearless – we do not fear
told you he gon’ pay you next week when it come around
you good for the olympics, he just gave you the runaround
left it in the crib? why you came out? you buggin’ out
soon as they notice that his gun is up, they’re gon’ gun him down
dummy, you be thinkin’ with your wife mind
you be writin’ them light lines
someone throw him a lifeline
don’t it take the white line? n-gg- you ain’t scarface
a shot in broad day would turn his vision to nighttime
bring the guns through the bridge, we’ll sneak the clips through the pipeline
no scope, we hit or miss
or hit you, your missus, your poodle too, little fishes, your boo, your nephew who visits for too long, the dude who eats all the food, his crew, his shooters, and einstein
that’s the smart-ss
you see that u-haul open up, n-gg- haul -ss
’cause we movin’ out here without a hall p-ss
y’all better hope you all last, for now y’all all -ss – fall back
put my last for the m-ss profit
hit the ave, then we back poppin’
don’t come through trippin’, you’ll leave here in a cast or a bag – stop it
i’m on your -ss like your back pockets
jugo

[outro:]
i ain’t really gotta say no more
but i’ma keep talkin’ (juice!)
dinero gang
live high
roam with us or get low

- axel leon

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