Runnin-N-Gunnin Lyrics
[Tommy Wright]
Started out with 6 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 201, ain't no fun, had a gun
40 rocks plus he got charged for the shit they dropped
(Nof speddin) on these cops, in the ghetto; yeah the metro
Bitches got me fed up cause I thank it was a set up
Anyway I gots no time to by tryin' to play Sherlock
So I got my Glock with 6 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' endo thinkin' I gots to get him off that 4th floor
Walked up to the door, broke out runnin' past the checkout cop
Metal detector goin' off because I shot that chrome Glock
"Stop, Freeze!" "Bitch, please" hit the elevator fast
4th floor, gimme the keys, warden please don't make me blass
Get yo ass up mane
[Unintelligible Dialogue]
Now we runnin' deep as hell through downtown, in a lie
God I hate the highway, home free from the county (blah)
For runnin' while I'm gunnin' cause them folks put out an APB
[Sirens]
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!][BLAM]
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 we down to 4 bullets, but I had to use the 4th
Shot one of them convicts, found out he was 5-0 through my source
(Bawly) 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
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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 that gas
Now everybody gone book through the woods, mane we had to break out runnin'
Yeah them niggas a (hoog) mane, I said, "Good luck, it's time for gunnin'!"
[More Sirens]
Yeah that's my story of 1st degree, yeah but tell them bitches how you be runnin' 'n' gunnin' Marco
[Marco]
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
Grip a nigga Glock, I can't stop, Till 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' 3 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 (flap flap flass) on they ass, or better yet (car lewis)
1st 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 gone win, again and again, cause I know these fuckin' streets
Leavin' these bitches upset, when I jet, cause it's all they see
Clever like a fox, fuck them narcs, I'm leavin' them hoes so fast
Pump they brains, 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
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