Lyric Run Nigga Run
A lot of my Eastside partners are dyin fast
And it ain t for natural causes fool they catchin a blast
Tim Yogi Bruce and James
pick up the newspaper fool and it s all familiar names
Brothas i grew up with and do up with
Partners killin partners man that s the cold shit
Gots me spooked to hang with the fellas
Cause you never know when the nextman s gettin jealous
Cause I ve seen some cold shit:
Brothas gettin killed over the words of a bitch
Now tell me what that be like, player
But in the Oaktown ain t no rules, nigga
Everything s fair, hah!
And the main fact is a bullet
He s got his finger on the trigga
And he ll damn sure pull it
This defines ghetto mentality, right?
But it all so got a player runnin for his life...
I walked to my homie s funeral last week
Tears rolled down his mama s cheek
And it made me think:
I never tripped when i was gunnin and funnin
But the things i did in past got me duckin , dodgin, runnin
And it ain t that i m scared but if a fool starts to blastin
It ain t like I m gonna stand there
See, moms allready lost my brotha
So I keeps my vest on when I roam in the gutter
But we droppin like flies
What s goin on the Eastside can t be denied
Remember when we used to box?
But nowadays we grabbin A.K. s
And be bringin down the whole block
And little kids gettin gaught up in the crossfire
Before he reaches a teens he s expired
12 years old and it s a damn shame
Layin in the middle of the nearest lane, hah!
And it brings tears to my eyes, damn!
We got em runnin for their lifes...
Another mother s tears on the cheeks
Seems like another brotha got beated by these Eastside streets
He fell victim to a drive-by
And I find myself askin why?
Was he part of the game claimin red or blue?
Or was is just a time to him to pay for things he do
He probably killed another brotha
Don t act like you re shocked
Cause that s the way of the gutter
He was the baller callin major shots
He slipped one too many times so he got dropped
And ain t nobody untouchable, fool
Before the phony starts everything s cool, hah!
But once it s on it s goin down
Drive-by s sparkin up the whole fuckin town
Deathtomb 17 over the weekend
Strapped with my vest in the funerals of my friends
Cause they droppin like flies
Stayin alive you can t do shit but try
Cause the brothas slippin to the left
And the name of the game ain t shit but death
Because the way we live, hah!
They got us runnin for our lives...
And it ain t for natural causes fool they catchin a blast
Tim Yogi Bruce and James
pick up the newspaper fool and it s all familiar names
Brothas i grew up with and do up with
Partners killin partners man that s the cold shit
Gots me spooked to hang with the fellas
Cause you never know when the nextman s gettin jealous
Cause I ve seen some cold shit:
Brothas gettin killed over the words of a bitch
Now tell me what that be like, player
But in the Oaktown ain t no rules, nigga
Everything s fair, hah!
And the main fact is a bullet
He s got his finger on the trigga
And he ll damn sure pull it
This defines ghetto mentality, right?
But it all so got a player runnin for his life...
I walked to my homie s funeral last week
Tears rolled down his mama s cheek
And it made me think:
I never tripped when i was gunnin and funnin
But the things i did in past got me duckin , dodgin, runnin
And it ain t that i m scared but if a fool starts to blastin
It ain t like I m gonna stand there
See, moms allready lost my brotha
So I keeps my vest on when I roam in the gutter
But we droppin like flies
What s goin on the Eastside can t be denied
Remember when we used to box?
But nowadays we grabbin A.K. s
And be bringin down the whole block
And little kids gettin gaught up in the crossfire
Before he reaches a teens he s expired
12 years old and it s a damn shame
Layin in the middle of the nearest lane, hah!
And it brings tears to my eyes, damn!
We got em runnin for their lifes...
Another mother s tears on the cheeks
Seems like another brotha got beated by these Eastside streets
He fell victim to a drive-by
And I find myself askin why?
Was he part of the game claimin red or blue?
Or was is just a time to him to pay for things he do
He probably killed another brotha
Don t act like you re shocked
Cause that s the way of the gutter
He was the baller callin major shots
He slipped one too many times so he got dropped
And ain t nobody untouchable, fool
Before the phony starts everything s cool, hah!
But once it s on it s goin down
Drive-by s sparkin up the whole fuckin town
Deathtomb 17 over the weekend
Strapped with my vest in the funerals of my friends
Cause they droppin like flies
Stayin alive you can t do shit but try
Cause the brothas slippin to the left
And the name of the game ain t shit but death
Because the way we live, hah!
They got us runnin for our lives...
