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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Pharcyde
The Pharcyde
Performer
Rae & Christian
Rae & Christian
Remixer
Fatlip
Fatlip
Vocals
Funky Fresh Few
Funky Fresh Few
Performer
Imani
Imani
Vocals
Mark 1
Mark 1
Performer
Run-DMC
Run-DMC
Sampled Artist
Slimkid3
Slimkid3
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
T. Hardson
T. Hardson
Songwriter
Romye Robinson
Romye Robinson
Songwriter
Emandu Wilcox
Emandu Wilcox
Songwriter
Luiz Bonfá
Luiz Bonfá
Songwriter
Derrick Stewart
Derrick Stewart
Songwriter
James Yancey
James Yancey
Songwriter
MARÍA TOLEDO
MARÍA TOLEDO
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anthony Walker
Anthony Walker
Recording Engineer
Bryan Davis
Bryan Davis
Recording Engineer
Gary Wallis
Gary Wallis
Recording Engineer
James Mansfield
James Mansfield
Recording Engineer
Paul Arnold
Paul Arnold
Mixing Engineer
Rick Clifford
Rick Clifford
Recording Engineer
Tim Latham
Tim Latham
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Can't keep runnin' away... Verse One: Fat Lip I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk And a chump or a sucka or something to that effect Respect I usedto never get when all I got was upset When niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried To seat a nigga like the Lip for no reason at all I can Recall crip niggas throwin' c in my face down the hall I'm kickin' it in the back of the school eatin' chicken at Three, wonderin' why is everybody always pickin' on me I tried to talk and tell tham chill I did nothing to deserve This But when it didn't work I wasn't scared just real Nervous and unprepared to deal with scrappin' no doubt Cuz my pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out But now in 95 I must survive as a man on my own Fuck Around with Fatlip yes ya get blown I'm not tryin to show No macho is shown but when it's on, if it's on, then it's on! Verse Two: Slim Kid Tre There comes a time in every mans life when he's gotta Handle up on his own Can't depend on friends to Help you in a sqeeze, please they got problems of their Own Down for the count on seven chickens shits don't Get to heaven til they faced these fears in these fear Zones Used to get jacked back in high school I played It cool just so some real shit won't get full blown Being Where I'm from they let the smoke come quicker than an Evil red-neck could lynch a helpless colored figure And As a victim I invented low-key til the keyhole itself got Lower than me So I stood up and let my free form form Free I don't sweat it I let the bullshit blow in the breeze In other words just freeze Verse Three: Knumbskull #1 It's 1995 now that I'm older stress weighs on my shoulders Heavy as boulders but I told ya Till the day that I die I still will be a soldier and that's all I told Ya and that's all I showed ya And all this calamity is rippin' my sanity Can it be I'm a celebrity Whose on the brink of insanity Now don't be wishin's of switchin' any positions with me Cuz when you in my position, it ain't never easy To do any type of maintaining cuz all this gaming and famin' from Entertainin' is hella straining to the brain and... But I can't keep runnin I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'...
Writer(s): James Dewitt Yancey, Romye Robinson, Derrick L. Stewart, Tre Vant Jermaine Hardson, Emandu Wilcox, Luiz Floriano Bonfa, Maria Helena De Toledo Shermont Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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