I'm walking through the city Everything is pretty, I lightened the load I'm lettin' you know that suddenly it's sunny I'm finding that I'm runnin' from
, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, G. Dep! [G. Dep] A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me Rippin it runnin
two, come through run through Gun who, oh you don't know what the gun do Some do, those that know are real quiet Let me think you wanna try it, fuck around
THAT'S CRAZY) And I don't even know her name, dogg (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I'm on the run from the law (OH THAT'S CRAZY) These fools runnin up and chickens
s right) I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (that's right) They pop shit 'til we start approachin these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay around
bout to buy japan, trick im just stylin money insane my generals poppin bottle i was buyin out planes just to fly around spain fuck a recession im still
the blocks out Now open up the garage and pull the drops out Rockin the fur coat bringin the blue fox out [Busta Rhymes] Diamonds light up the block runnin
Now open up the garage and pull the drops out Rockin the fur coat bringin the blue fox out [Busta Rhymes] Diamonds light up the block runnin the blue
(Bon Jovi with Jennifer Nettles) I spent twenty years tryin' to get outta this place. I was lookin' for somethin' I couldn't replace. I was runnin'
I spent twenty years tryin' to get out of this place I was lookin' for somethin' I couldn't replace I was runnin' away from the only thing I've ever known
the killing fields Escape from the killing fields You try to keep us Runnin' and runnin' faster But I ain't runnin' from ya I'm runnin' at ya And my
limit Jumped out of your car faster than you jumped in it Now you're at the jam but in for a shock Stupid big line wrapped around the block Through
black is hijacked Nigga, stupid muthafuckas, they rippin' us off You better get a end while the money's there, boy Silly ass bitch, runnin' around with
new payback Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga On tha trigga, the zigga, the zag, the nickel, the bag The nigga, the sag, the forty five mag, got you runnin
mill When you make a mill When ya make a mill, I'ma see ya Respected by gee's cos I never tried to be one But I've been around Dappy and money makers
Without leavin' no trace eh eh We be runnin' ah, we be runnin' ah, we be runnin' ah, (No worries will be) [3x] We be runnin' ah, we be runnin' ah,
[Chorus] Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, we out though, we out though Cocaine, heroin, we 'bout dough, we 'bout dough Cops coming, we runnin', we out yo
bout you. [Chorus] I don't need no one to put me down, I'm on the ground can't get no lower. And I don't need no one to hang around an make me frown