Lyrics

[Hook] We no run, we no hide, we no play around [?] You shouldn't diss, no, you'd get murked, forensic [?] We no run, we no hide, we no play around [?] You shouldn't diss, no, you'd get murked, forensic [?] [Verse] I said blocka, blocka, fucker, everything I'm on Jumper, jumper, or y'all can sing along Well, get your brain right I'd have them in the pain like Whatever she said, ooh, boy, you'll be deader than dead I shot Dre in the head, took the bread and the lambs spread See, y'all don't get it through your damn head Until you scratching your temple and say, "look, why my hand's red?" Turning your man and all that your man said was Well, 40 like Lenox, on Lenox Ave. shit Your boy faster than a Lennox jab And I been dropped that ten blocks you cannot pass And gotta do and say my name and all this shit, I'll blast 40, I don't play around I just lay them down and... *three gunshots* [Hook] We no run, we no hide, we no play around [?] You shouldn't diss, no, you'd get murked, forensic [?] We no run, we no hide, we no play around [?] You shouldn't diss, no, you'd get murked, forensic [?]