Runnin-N-Gunnin

Lyrics

[Intro: 2-Faced & Cop] Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? Damn Police, freeze I said freeze, you miserable black son of a bitch [Verse: Tommy Wright III] I started out with six bullets but I ended up with zip Gave my Glock 17 to my roadie, 'cause it's fully loaded Creepin', never sleepin', duckin' and divin', as I do my thang Left my gang at the shack, some of my niggas was left on the track Boomin' dope, never soap, but them folks set up a raid All them dealers dropped they dope and got my cousin caught that day Now he's down in 2-0-1, ain't no fun, had a gun Forty rocks, plus he got charged for the shit they dropped Narcs, better known as cops, in the ghetto; yeah, the metro Bitches got me fed up 'cause I think it was a set up Anyway, I gots no time to be tryin' to play Sherlock So I got my Glock with six shells, finna break him out of jail Drivin' down the highway, mane, speedin', and this shit at risk Got off at the Union exit, eyes red 'cause I'm pissed Scopin' out them police cars, I ain't scared 'cause I'm hard Smokin' indo, thinkin', I gots to get him off that fourth floor Walked up to the door, broke out runnin' past the check-out cop Metal detector goin' off because I shot that chrome Glock "Stop, freeze," bitch, please, hit the elevator fast Fourth floor, gimme the keys warden, please, don't make me blast Get your ass up, mane Now we runnin' deep as hell through downtown, in a line Gotta hit the highway home, free from the county Flat foot runnin' while I'm gunnin' 'cause them folks put out an A-P-B [Verse 2: Tommy Wright III] Back up in the Hooptie, but like always it wouldn't crank So we jumped out with the jailbirds, hopped into a bank I don't want no money, all I need is one of these nigga's cars (Tommy, look out) *gunshot* I shot the damn security guard Jumped into his pickup while they stick up all the bank tellers​ All the jailbirds jumped in the back with the money sacks Now I'm down to four bullets, but I had to use the fourth Shot one of them convicts, found out he was 5-0 through my source Ballin', tryna leave that bitch while everybody split the cash But I saw blue lights in the rearview, mane, so I punched the gas Knowin' I'm in trouble, thoughts of givin' up crossed my mind They got our ass this time MPD blocked off the street, but we jumped out of the truck Put a brick up on the gas and let the truck slam in they ass Now everybody on foot through the woods Mane, we had to break out runnin' Gave them niggas a hug, mane, and said: "Good luck, it's time for gunnin'" [Interlude: Tommy Wright III] Yeah, that's my story, First Degree Yeah, but tell them bitches how you be runnin' and gunnin', Marco [Verse 3: 2-Faced] Duckin' and dodgin' from them folks, with my nigga, Tommy Wright Jumpin' them fences, hittin' them ditches, tryna stay away from that light Can't get caught, so I'm vampin' fast, crawlin' through some tall grass If them po-po's catch my ass, they might try to put me in a body bag Grippin' that Glock, I can't stop 'til I reach my fuckin' block If they yell out, "Freeze" I squeeze the trigger, one more cop get shot Hit the cut, duck and creep, tryna make it to the next street Now they rollin' three cars deep, thinkin' they finna catch a G Think again, I'm in the wind, now they're wonderin' how I do it 'Cause I vamp like Flash on they ass, or better yet, Carl Lewis First Degree is known to break, right in front of them bitches face 'Cause they tryna gimme a case, that I don't want, so let's race I'm gon' win, again and again, 'cause I know these fuckin' streets Leavin' these bitches upset, when I jet, dust is all they see Clever like a fox, fuck them narcs, I'm leavin' them hoes so fast Point blank range when I aim that .44 to your fuckin' face​ Think I'm playin'? I don't joke, I love the smell of gun smoke Once again it's on, grippin' the tone, runnin' from them folks​​