On The Run

Lyrics

[Intro] All units: CODE-4 Suspect's wearin' a black leather jacket, black boots, carryin' a nunchuck 6'3", is in foot pursuit southbound, suspect male black, black jacket and jeans [Interlude: Tommy Wright III] Ten Wanted Men (On the run) The nine that got made into it Ten Wanted Men, there's ten of us and we all wanted (Ten Wanted Men) Wanted dead or alive (Wanted dead or alive) I ain't come up with that name for shit On the run, don't wanna end up in 2-0-1 Poplar (Got the darkness over my head) For my nationwide niggas in Memphis, Tennesse 2-0-1 Poplar, that's the adress of the county prison (I need to cry but I don't wanna do the time) You ask me do I think I'm goin'? Shit, I already been, my nigga [Chorus: Tommy Wright III] Runnin' while I'm gunnin', can't look back 'cause police comin' Ain't no fun on the run, but I don't wanna end up in 2-0-1 Runnin' while I'm gunnin', can't look back 'cause police comin' Ain't no fun on the run, but I don't wanna end up in 2-0-1 Runnin' (Runnin', runnin') [Verse 1: Tommy Wright III] Killin' these bitches and leavin' these snitches in ditches when they tell my business Vampin', creepin' through the dark in your backyard, oh my god, as I start take a nigga riches On the run, gotta get away from the po-po, Tommy gettin' caught is a no-no Loco, runnin' out of breath, only one chance left, hit his ass with a blast of a .44 Hide out, time for me to ride out, slide out a clip for a grip, put it back full of hollow tips Then I shoot, a stranger, his pain but never burn danger, one in da chamber Gotta be down to kill when I peel a nigga cap I kinda stab a nigga slug in his back Niggas in Memphis thought Tommy was phony, niggas in the hood didn't believe I was Wanted Cause a nigga tried to go straight just sellin' tapes, Chris shootin' niggas, play slugs got a straight ace Soon as I tried to change, 5-0 ran me down, same thang so I'm back to sellin 'Caine Money won't rearrange me, I will never change G, just for a minute had to chill On the run from the narcs and the cops, hot, Tommy Wright still real, still kill, still trill [Chorus: Tommy Wright III] Runnin' while I'm gunnin', can't look back 'cause police comin' Ain't no fun on the run, but I don't wanna end up in 2-0-1 Runnin' while I'm gunnin', can't look back 'cause police comin' Ain't no fun on the run, but I don't wanna end up in 2-0-1 Runnin' (Runnin', runnin') [Verse 2: Project Pimp] Project Pimp on the run, police got me hidin', got me scared Ridin' around in my neighborhood, police talkin' 'bout they gotta find my ass Nigga like me, I stung you bitches, fillin' up ditches kind of thug South Memphis Hill Bound niggas pullin' them triggers, nigga, it ain't no love Gotta get out of this neighborhood, gotta light green of Preston, finna get robbed Chillin' with C to the 8, ain't wanna hold up and drinkin' on Paul Masson Come with the hollow points, take off my Bone, how in the fuck can I get away, fool? Tellin' me that I should turn myself in but a nigga like me just don't play this shit cool [Verse 3: Mac Ren] Conin', bonin' for the nine, Mizzac Rizzan', I'm the man Stackin' grips, makin' chips, hustlin' anyway I can Riverside's where I creep Takin' them cruisers through the hood Seein' thugs up on the track, ghetto love, it's all good Everytime you see Mac Ren, one man gang, I'm on my P's Q's, tips, hustle, take yo' pick, nigga, all I'm bringin'; cheese Zero tolerance fucked me up Got me runnin' in the wind Will these hizzoes cizzatch me? 'Cause Mizzac Ren don't chin and grin [Verse 4: Mac T Dog] Everyday, every night on the run, Mac T Dog got the gun Cockin' the Glock to your head as I bail These folks got me fucked up, I can't go no jail Mac T Dog in this bitch for the '96, breakin' bad through the alleyway, gettin' away quick Scoopin' up niggas who talkin' with triggers, I cappin' them bitches and leavin' 'em sick Breakin' bad through the woods, crossed a field to the hood Poppin' and droppin' these sucker-ass coppers Or hide and seek choppers, I'm leavin' up blood Step in the scene with the .44, creepin' up on a ho, strapped like Jab with the dumb-dun Pop in a clip when I let then thang rip Mac T Dog on a run [Chorus: Tommy Wright III] Runnin' while I'm gunnin', can't look back 'cause police comin' Ain't no fun on the run, but I don't wanna end up in 2-0-1 Runnin' while I'm gunnin', can't look back 'cause police comin' Ain't no fun on the run, but I don't wanna end up in 2-0-1 Runnin' (Runnin', runnin') [Verse 5: 2-Faced] A murderous killer makin' 'em feel a silver bullet, I'm poppin' my pistol Fizzour-nickel, leavin' them bigger niggas restin' in peace in rivers I deliver like Western Union, movin' them bricks on [?] nigga Runnin' from the cops and narcs, my .45 Glock be raisin' hell Load up the 12, jump in the bucket, police be creepin' but I'm yellin', "Fuck it" 2-Faced the killer, cap peeler, my nigga be squeezin' the trigger, went on makin' duckets Stuck in the game, tryna maintain, thoughts of mizzurder be up in my brain Zero tizzolerance up in my residence, I want these presidents, got me insane [Verse 6: K-Rock] Comin' up outta the crib, I'm packin' the pistol grip, strapped with my vest Undercover narcs on the block strapped with the Glock Runnin' in the wind, MAC-10 with a back-up for the rocks Street Smart, K-Rock bring the pain like Pac Chop a cop with the Glock, gotta make a heart stop Back on the block, 'bout to numb up my shit, it's gettin' hot [?] K-Rock Dodgin' them hollow points, coppers be blastin', harassin' my family Take off the light with the [?] my life [?] after a killin' I bet you you busters can't lock up a villain Crooked ass coppers they chasin' me, know that me runnin' and gunnin' I'm waned for murder, when witnesses talkin' shit, better hit K-Rock and deal with the Mafia Three 6 On my way out of the liquor store I see the po-po's they [?] Drop off the Hennessy as they come after me, Tennessee troopers got pictures of me K-Rock my name, on a run to the stang I don't just rap but I shoot with them thangs Shootin' me up me block, with a mean Glock, I'm the man known K-Rock Subliminal criminal killer, I'm sendin' 'em straight to the bottom of hell with the Devil The 5-0 be burnin', a lesson you learnin', I'm turnin' your life to immortal eternity Bailin' and swellin', no time for no jailin', K-Rock go and make 'em [?] strapped with a gun One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine Ten Wanted Men niggas on the motherfuckin' run [Chorus: Tommy Wright III] Runnin' while I'm gunnin', can't look back 'cause police comin' Ain't no fun on the run, but I don't wanna end up in 2-0-1 Runnin' while I'm gunnin', can't look back 'cause police comin' Ain't no fun on the run, but I don't wanna end up in 2-0-1 [Outro: Tommy Wright III] They got ya boy Tommy Wright on the run I'm on the run from Bloods, 'cause Bloods think I'm a Crip I'm on the run from Crips, 'cause Crips think I'm a Blood And I'm on the run from Vice Lords, 'cause they think I am claimin' them So either way it go, I'm a dead man But if I was in a gang, I'm man enough to say I am I ain't scared of not one of these motherfuckers So let this gang rumor end right now No Bloods, no Crips, no Vice Lords, just Pimps