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John Miles Run

where you're going to run to? Run, oh, oh, oh where you're going to run to? Where you're going to run? Tell me where you're going to run to? Run, tell

you're going to run to? Run, oh, oh, oh where you're going to run to? Where you're going to run? Tell me where you're going to run to? Run, tell me

style Eat everywhere I go, black nigga style Smack a nigga up with that whack nigga style You can't fuck around with my rap nigga style Dick longer than a mile

heat Fuck with made niggas cause thats all I know And I'ma beats my hoe if she ain't got my doe You hoes best to run for cover cause we bouts to blow

the ground, the flesh and the bone, The beat of the road, a sling-shot stone, A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light, The shot of a gun in the dead of the night. A mile

bout the past while I thought about my wife And the miles and years between us seemed like only yesterday As Little John the hobo taught me how to run away Little John

flag and a man on the rail I think you'd better call John 'cause it don't look like they're here to deliver the mail And it's less than a mile away I

cha feel like bullets hit cha when the rhymes flyin off when I get finish wit cha you gonna feelin Dog tired boss (John Cofey from the Green Mile

to spread them hips, psst ohhh Shyt stink you seen me in the lex so sick with the beat dude talk shyt and quick with the heat too John wayne (john wayne