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The Game - Runnin Feat. Tony Yayo (lyrics)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
The Game
Vocals
Tony Yayo
Tony Yayo
Vocals
Dion Jenkins
Dion Jenkins
Vocals
Freda Payne
Freda Payne
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tony Cottrell
Tony Cottrell
Songwriter
M. Bernard
M. Bernard
Songwriter
Dion Jenkins
Dion Jenkins
Songwriter
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hi-Tek
Hi-Tek
Producer
Steve Daniel Baughman
Steve Daniel Baughman
Recording Engineer
Michael Dobmeier
Michael Dobmeier
Assistant Engineer
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Mixing Engineer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised to me Don't just want a piece I want my whole destiny (If you got it) I'm gone take it (If you're in it) You're coming with me (Bench warmers) Get no playing time (No sleeping) Till I cross the line I'm runnin' With 99 miles left, on the Avis rental car Blowing horns like Miles Davis at the pearly gate God let me in Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN I know I got more sins than two lesbians Been back and forth across the border like Mexicans But (I'm runnin') like New York pedestrians Trying not to scuff my Nike Air checks again It's funny how niggaz be the best of friends And fall out over pussy and wanna dead they man One of my niggaz in the grave the other one in the pin She fuckin my enemies inside my homeboys Benz Now she beggin God's mercy cause she ain't listen to Nas And never heard about Ike and the Iverson jersey He got a cousin named Jason that rock the Gary Payton Now the same trifling bitch is a HIV patient True story If I get knocked with my gun nigga I'm runnin' If I catch a murder one nigga I'm runnin' Homicide come around and they keep on coming That's why I'm out of state and I keep on runnin' I ain't Nelly but my desert eagles on girl Just dropped bail traveling the world When I sign my deal I said fuck jail I went on tour to Barcelona and Brazil This shit real fuck an appeal D's want my head like that bitch in Kill Bill Sling dope sling crack and them e pills That's why I'm on the low like a damn navy seal I'm runnin' Cause I gotta pack them shows And Dre told me ain't no coming back from Go So I gotta get my album in place My G-Unit features My Eminem sixteens My Dr. Dre beats And it was two years from today when I started rhyming And took my demo to Suge and he ain't sign me Niggaz threatening my life like it's hard to find me See me shining in the hood like twenty inch Lexanis My mom said I'm hard head I don't follow the rules Why should I when Reebok giving niggaz they own shoes And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got Yayo in jail and they think I'm trying to take his spot I'm in the studio laughing at Chris Rock Then I turn on MTV and see Soulja Slim shot And niggaz trying to gun me down in the rim shop Cause I just want the same recognition that the crypts got They say I'm the next in line and if I get shot Then I go out as the Bobby Fischer of hip hop Make yo chest move Sylvia Rome and Kevin Lyle slept cool Jimmy Iovine was the best move
Writer(s): Thomas Eriksen Bratfoss, Vincent Dery, Nicolay Sereba, David Agwumaro Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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