Runnin' With a Gun

His name is Johnny, he's got nothing to say

He's just a bad ass mutha getting in your face

You better hang your head low, low to the ground

'Cause we're droppin' mad tracks until we're feelin' the sound

It's the rhymes and the rhythms that you're used to

But with the one-two beats you can dance to

And to the people everywhere in the streets

Doin' time in the jail an' whatcha wanna do 'cause you're

Running with a gun, running with a gun

Running running running with a gun, running with a gun

Running running running with a gun, running with a gun

Running running running with a gun in his hand

All of a sudden I said could you believe

All the corruption and anger in a society

But the man his stand is near, whippin' us all

All its armies and its leaders, starting to fall

No, you don't know

No, you don't know

What time it is

Ten seconds flat said it's what it'll take

To make you move, don't hesitate

With the eyes and the cameras that are watching around

The enemy is near and you're to be found

Dead or alive, make no mistake

They're gonna blow your punk ass away

'Cause you're running with a gun, running with a gun

Running running running with a gun, running with a gun

Running running running with a gun, running with a gun

Running running running with a gun in his hand

Running with a gun, running with a gun

Running running running with a gun, running with a gun

Running running running with a gun, running with a gun

Running running running with a gun in his hand