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TQ ft. Krayzie Bone - Get Away
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Krayzie Bone
Krayzie Bone
Performer
T.Q.
T.Q.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Krayzie Bone
Krayzie Bone
Composer
T.Q.
T.Q.
Composer
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Composer
Bryan Michael Cox
Bryan Michael Cox
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Producer
Phil Tan for Anunnaki Entertainment
Phil Tan for Anunnaki Entertainment
Mixing Engineer
Brian Frye
Brian Frye
Recording Engineer
Bryan Michael Cox
Bryan Michael Cox
Co-Producer

Lyrics

TQ Miscellaneous Get Away Uh-huh, uh uh uh Whatcha gon' do, whatcha gon' do When they come for you, come for you, huh? Whatcha gon' do, whatcha gon' do When they come for you, come for you, what? No, ain't nowhere to run And no, ain't nowhere to hide When the heat is on, ain't nothin' you can do But close your eyes and ride, and hope you get away (No) People always talk about my lifestyle Tell me nothin' good could come of it But I always used to figure it was worth my while That's why I had to hit this lick 11: 30, a 6-4, ridin' dirty I got the goods, but I think they heard me Lord help me, can I get away? Stashing stuff away Cos the boys are comin' to get me All my people say... No, ain't nowhere to run And no, ain't nowhere to hide When the heat is on, ain't nothin' you can do But close your eyes and ride, and hope you get away No, ain't nowhere to run And no, ain't nowhere to hide When the heat is on, ain't nothin' you can do But close your eyes and ride, and hope you get away Now tell me whatcha gonna do (buck buck) When they come for you When the murderers hit the curve, and suddenly red rum I gotta respect, refuse to be the dead one Will it be this bustin' ass?, got on vests but we duck, gotta protect our head It ain't no tellin' when niggas start actin' stupid 'Til they roll up on your block, wit glocks, scheme ass could start shootin' You wanna know what I'm doin' Keepin' a weapon at all times Cuz shit, the broke niggas ain't got, they runnin' up lookin' around And I think they really want it But who wanna come to get it Wanna pay that unexpected visit to my crib for the riches I tell 'em to bring it on A nigga done worked to hard for this shit Plus I'm a man and a captain goin' down with his ship Let's do this, AK 47 spittin' it When the situation get heated, we gon' be there With the proper tools and equipment, never be slippin' Ask me what I'm gon' do when the mob get to jumpin' And gotta fight 'til it's over If I don't make it, then I'll go down like a soldier Let me hear you say... No, ain't nowhere to run And no, ain't nowhere to hide When the heat is on, ain't nothin' you can do But close your eyes and ride, and hope you get away No, ain't nowhere to run And no, ain't nowhere to hide When the heat is on, ain't nothin' you can do But close your eyes and ride, and hope you get away What you gonna do when they come for you? Even if they catch me homie, I gotta say somethin' I won't live another day, and have nothin' Just believe that I'll be back around in a year or two Catch me if you can baby I got a plan baby Got to get away Let me hear you say... Whatcha gon' do, whatcha gon' do When they come for you, come for you, huh? Whatcha gon' do, whatcha gon' do When they come for you, come for you, what? Whatcha gon' do, whatcha gon' do When they come for you, come for you, huh? Whatcha gon' do, whatcha gon' do When they come for you, come for you, what? Let me hear you say... No, ain't nowhere to run And no, ain't nowhere to hide When the heat is on, ain't nothin' you can do But close your eyes and ride, and hope you get away No, ain't nowhere to run And no, ain't nowhere to hide When the heat is on, ain't nothin' you can do But close your eyes and ride, and hope you get away No, ain't nowhere to run And no, ain't nowhere to hide When the heat is on, ain't nothin' you can do But close your eyes and ride, and hope you get away No, ain't nowhere to run And no, ain't nowhere to hide When the heat is on, ain't nothin' you can do But close your eyes and ride, and hope you get away
Writer(s): Jermaine Dupri, Bryan Michael Paul Cox, Terrance Jermaine Quaites, Anthony Henderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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