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letra de run so fast - cold world hustlers

[verse 1: big vic]
take heed to my sayin’ and catch a n-gga on the rise
certified like a stamp b-tch i bust in f-ckin’ eyes
pull the glock and hit the block and started bustin’ at the window
my pistol kinda smokin’ like a vega full of indo
but the fan that spins smells like sh-t so i’m runnin’
n-ggas on the block keep me strapped up and cussin’
mo bluntin’ i’m done, no time so i’m hurt
big vic’s in the mirror so b-tch i come first
call me taker cause i’m quick to take ya f-ckin’ aura
‘flectin’ off the wall, i gotta bounce, cause i wanna ball
the villain that i am, tabletop the f-ckin’ real feelin’
pills and pills of angry l-st, leads me to another k!llin’
cold world n-gga, you n-ggas think you thicker
but a thirty-two clip begins with the trigger
i’m the n-gga never tell me it’s common sense
so don’t trip when ya see vic hop a fence

[hook]
i never seen a big n-gga run so fast, run so fast
(so don’t trip when ya see vic hop a fence)
i never seen a big n-gga run so fast, run so fast

[verse 2: big vic]
just another little quiet night somethin’ wasn’t feelin’ right
n-ggas on the block into the twilight braggin’ gang fights
i’m on the motherf-ckin’ viz tho, to get my grip so
runnin’ at the mouth’ll make me blow that f-ckin’ indo
i need a way out my heart pounds with nervousness
i’m perbin’ this my fears mean sh-t so i’m, runnin’ this
it seems like everybody slips i’m pullin’ names up out a hat so
i’m strapped he’s strapped everybody strapped strapped
ran from a n-gga cause a n-gga keep his thoughts straight
bouncin’ never leavin’ p, sick, maine-o and tay
i say i’m on the run tho, my feet stays in front of me
hurdle after hurdle life i’m runnin’ on these cold streets
parental discretion is advised for the moment
still had to hustle straight, doin’ it
back to the argument it seems that i never missed
don’t trip when ya see vic hop a fence

hook

[verse 3: big vic]
wakin’ up on another crazy mornin’ over last night
doin’ up the rest of the f-ckin’ drank, just to gain my sights
but it was different as i’m listenin’ to the kitchen faucet runnin’
so young, it was just another bad dream of twenty-one
get my ‘ports gotta p-ss and my boxer saggin’
three days on the outs one more left then it’s back to cabbin’
this b-tch is laggin’, creep creep to the back do’
slept on the flo, cause her moms was home
i need a phone 2-9-2 was the code when i could
worrrrd, to the n-ggas in my hood
sellin’ chiz and ready to tell me how cold h-ll is
smokin’ blunts and bein’ surprised that a n-gga on sin
gettin’ drunk as i tell her about the world on the other side
quick to lie, claimin’ sides a young n-gga down to die
who am i to lie in eighty-nine i wasn’t rappin’
steven tossed tights sayin’ f-ck camp cabin

hook
i never seen a big n-gga run so fast, run so fast
(so don’t trip when ya see vic hop a fence)
i never seen a big n-gga run so fast, run so fast
i never seen a big n-gga run so fast, run so fast
i never seen a big n-gga run so fast, run so fast
i never seen a

- cold world hustlers

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