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Run Run Run (Scatter) (Chill Bump Remix) (feat. Ex-I)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chinese Man
Chinese Man
Performer
Chill Bump
Chill Bump
Remixer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chinese Man
Chinese Man
Composer

Lyrics

Everybody run, run, run (chill bump) Everybody scatter, scatter (Chinese Man) Everybody run, run, run There they go, there they go, there they go You rocking with the blue gang They came to shoot, they cold Tase the fools and use they votes You stink so too folks, close your throat Blows leave a dude's face broke I make a full race like Usain Bolt And you stay broke, but they will shut up and yield They suffering from something that's real, getting shot in the field Jotting the names of lives that the government's killed They fighting with picket signs while you're shoving with shills Circle around, search a turbulent crowd You're allowed to murder a child Smirking a smile, pow! Pound me 'til I'm purple and brown Turn that shit 'round like the outcome of the Ferguson Trial Now, pardon me man Are you part of the clan? How many bodies you slam? How many men have you wanted to hang? Goddamn you break the law 'cause you can You got permission 'cause the system's in the palm of your hand One shot a guy's marks Hide behind badges, badder guy's blood The youth fights for their rights But cannot fight slugs You just sit and just watch them all scatter like bugs There they go Everybody run, run, run There they go Everybody scatter, scatter There they go Everybody run, run, run There they go, there they go, there they go Your whole gang, stage front Enslaves youngers for sports Braze slugs at a young boy Starts handcuffing the corpse Remorseless Not bothering to face judges in court The more you kill, the more you gain love and support It's appalling Stealing people's lives My blood is pouring The poor got a reason to rise Yet they bodies falling Officer put down your gun and forfeit Say, "Fuck the force" Before you end up bucking your own brother for it Don't blame the martyr I play with karma I play the card with your baby daughter Is caught up in some crazy drama And that's the face of partners Who raise the law And aim revolvers at her face And start to spray shit on her Pop, pop, pop Right in your daughter's head She pouring red, legs shaking on the corner dead And when they take us to court Will you support the feds or get revenge? And face your friends from the force instead One shot a guy's marks Hide behind badges, badder guy's blood The youth fights for their rights But cannot fight slugs You just sit and just watch 'em all scatter like bugs There they go Everybody run, run, run There they go Everybody scatter, scatter There they go Everybody run, run, run There they go, there they go, there they go Somebody that get paid to do right did wrong No, I don't accept his apology No, I could care less about his condolences He's still working He's still getting a pay check He's still feeding his kids And my husband is six feet under And I'm looking for a way to feed my kids now There they g- There they g- There they go There, there, there There they g- There they g- There they g- There, there, there There they g- There they g- There they go There, there, there There they g- There they g- There they g- There, there, there There they g- There they g- There they go There, there, there There they g- There they g- There they g- There, there, there There they g- There they g- There they go There, there, there There they g- There they g-
Writer(s): Lamont Dozier, Brian Holland, Edward Jr. Holland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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