straight This is what were hoping Covers blown wide open We can make a run for it We can make a run for it We've got this down to a science baby Don't
This is what were hoping Covers blown wide open We can make a run for it We can make a run for it We've got this down to a science baby Don't be afraid
Traduzione: Hit The Lights. Make A Run For It - The Call Out.
a Benz 600, got around and get blunted All my past enemies, they gon get hunted Make love to my woman, she get it how she want it Take my kids to Disney
in the back seat But I'm a rap fiend, not a crack fiend My homie panicked ("I'm out") he tried to run (Freeze nigga!) I heard a bullet fire from the
Fresh out of jail, life's Hell for a black, celebrity So that's the reason why I call, and maybe you widdit Fantansies of us sweatin, can I hit it
it, you hoes can't ruin it Two million everytime he drop I know you fuckers losin it We movin in - for the kill, for a meal, holdin steel Hold the wheel
a thug ho, I need a thug nigga up beside me A player that can ride me, a cat that can rob me Make a jazzy ho like me bust a sweat Hit it from the back
And now we gotta eat, gotta make ends meet Stabbin for a fee, it gets hard on the fuckin streets It's like a madness, fuck making gravy I rhyme and do
let inside action Hit innocent by-standers when he blasted, shot fucken backwards Little homies puttin work for stripes But is it worth your life a g-rides runnin red lights
'cause we rhyme for it) We ride for it, we do time for it (Our mans die for it all our moms cry for it) No other hood in the world could put a stop on
guys in the 415 Who gives a fuck about takin a life? From my point of view it's a murder or a jack move But let's do it like this: call it what you want
Don't Sturr! " The lights hit the ice, boy your face, it might blurr. Bitch, get out the line, I'll smack your ass right hurr! Run and get who you want
it!) [gunshot] To all the? jux? or whatever you wanna call it, (yeah!) Call the police and get hit with a clip for it! Ya know how I move! - That Semi
is We demons, wid bloodlust for heathens Born through a storm on a see wid Galileans In cold regions, we rockin' it well And that's for every fuckin'
is enemies I turn around like a tornado Rock it like a baby cradle Call me Doctor J if you a baller and it's getting fatal I make MC's do angel dust Take
a fuck at who's tripping Catch a nigga at the airport slipping Huh, what a shame send his ass back from where it came in a casket California love turned
