Run for Your Life (feat. La Chat)

Way too Hollywood to be in Hollywood (shh) You done did it now Heard the dope was good and, well, a hood's a hood, fuck (shh) You gon' get it now They said she gon' get you, right? They said she got all the juice They said, "Keep her happy, though, or she'd be coming after you" But shit, you get invincible when you get high And them sticky fingers never stopped to wonder why So now you sprintin' by that fish market tryna make it to summer The blood in the ears is drumming, the heart is a cable jumper The brain is flippin' the language, the lungs are probably toast But everybody who ever stopped runnin' is now a ghost You ain't seen them headlights in a minute, so it might be cool Night is fallin' gently and there ain't no one in sight for you Stop trippin', stop trippin', stop trippin', but don't stop movin', ho Not givin' the visions a minute to make a move, let's go Ho, get it right, get outtta' sight She on the street, run fo' your life Don't you know that she ain't 'fraid to shoot? You ain't scared, is ya? You fucked up and she comin' for you You ain't scared, is ya? Ho, get it right, get outta' sight She on the street, run fo' your life Don't you know that she cut you for fun? You ain't scared, is ya? If she comin' fo' you, better run You ain't scared, is ya? Turnt into a alley quick, just a wall that's made of brick With a dirty mattress leaning up against it, smell like piss Big green dumpster to the right, color rusted, look like wine Lid is heavy, but it's creakin' open, that'll do just fine Bags of trash with bites took out, coffee grounds is spillin' down Duck and slam, the lid close, damn, that metal echo hella loud Quiet, sit, the plastic swish with every tiny move or twitch Liquid all across the bottom, probably 'bout a quarter inch Shiver all up in the bones, the body feelin' crazy Face is streaked with tears and dirt, the vision goin' hazy Fuck it, it's too dark to see, cannot cry and can't be weak It's a code of honor, gotta keep it gangsta in the streets OG (OG), OG, OG (OG), OG, oh Jesus Slap that Koopsta all day, you knew just how this would be This the devil's playground, ain't for play, but you was born into it Now far in the distance creepin' up is that underground music Ho, get it right, get outta' sight She on the street, run fo' your life Don't you know that she ain't 'fraid to shoot? You ain't scared, is ya? You fucked up and she comin' for you You ain't scared, is ya? Ho, get it right, get outta' sight She on the street, run fo' your life Don't you know that she cut you for fun? You ain't scared, is ya? If she comin' fo' you, better run You ain't scared, is ya? It's La Chat, the killer, the murderer, the bitch they love to hate Yeah, you tried to run, but I caught you, you know it's no escape Burn up both your legs, split your head, but yeah, your mouth alright Throw your garbage ass in the dumpster and now shit on your grave Blood, I'm so addicted to blood, I'm cuttin' your body up Never know your name, your remains is scattered through the mud Yeah, they should have warned you, La Chat, bitch, man, she don't give a fuck Put you in the ground and relapse, gon' dig yo' ass back up Ain't no word, I had 'em psychotic, you haters gotta die Schizophrenic bipolar bitch, I'll feed my pigs yo' ass Drama queen, I'm bringing this drama, don't fuck with me, I'll hunt you Cut you up like meat, take yo' kids, a very tasty luncheon Body you bitches for fun, punch a big hole through your lungs Cut out your muhfuckin' tongue, bury you real quick and we're done Boostin' up the murder rate, Hannibal Lecter your face Chainsawed your rib cage, another missing person case, ho Ho, get it right, get outta' sight She on the street, run fo' your life Don't you know that she ain't 'fraid to shoot? You ain't scared, is ya? You fucked up and she comin' for you You ain't scared, is ya? Ho, get it right, get out of sight She on the street, run fo' your life Don't you know that she cut you for fun? You ain't scared, is ya? If she comin' fo' you, better run You ain't scared, is ya?