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Run So Fast
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Run So Fast was released on June 15, 1995 by Cold World Hustlers Records as a part of the album Iceland
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AlbumIceland
Release DateJune 15, 1995
LabelCold World Hustlers Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM94

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cold World Hustlers
Cold World Hustlers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Bell
David Bell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Bell
David Bell
Producer

Lyrics

Take heed to my sayin' and catch a **** on the rise
Certified like a stamp bitch I bust in fuckin' eyes
Pull the Glock and hit the block and started bustin' at the window
My pistol kinda smokin' like a Vega full of indo
But the fan that spins smells like shit so I'm runnin'
**** on the block keep me strapped up and cussin'
Mo bluntin' I'm done, no time so I'm hurt
Big Vic's in the mirror so bitch I come first
Call me taker cause I'm quick to take ya fuckin' aura
'flectin' off the wall, I gotta bounce, cause I wanna ball
The villain that I am, tabletop the fuckin' real feelin'
Pills and pills of angry lust, leads me to another killin'
Cold World ****, you **** think you thicker
But a thirty-two clip begins with the trigger
I'm the **** never tell me it's common sense
So don't trip when ya see Vic hop a fence
I never seen a big **** run so fast, run so fast
(So don't trip when ya see Vic hop a fence)
I never seen a big **** run so fast, run so fast
Just another little quiet night somethin' wasn't feelin' right
**** on the block into the twilight braggin' gang fights
I'm on the motherfuckin' viz tho, to get my grip so
Runnin' at the mouth'll make me blow that fuckin' indo
I need a way out my heart pounds with nervousness
I'm perbin' this my fears mean shit so I'm, runnin' this
It seems like everybody slips I'm pullin' names up out a hat so
I'm strapped he's strapped everybody strapped strapped
Ran from a **** cause a **** keep his thoughts straight
Bouncin' never leavin' P, Sick, Maine-O and Tay
I say I'm on the run tho, my feet stays in front of me
Hurdle after hurdle life I'm runnin' on these cold streets
Parental discretion is advised for the moment
Still had to hustle straight, doin' it
Back to the argument it seems that I never missed
Don't trip when ya see Vic hop a fence
I never seen a big **** run so fast, run so fast
(So don't trip when ya see Vic hop a fence)
I never seen a big **** run so fast, run so fast
Wakin' up on another crazy mornin' over last night
Doin' up the rest of the fuckin' drank, just to gain my sights
But it was different as I'm listenin' to the kitchen faucet runnin'
So young, it was just another bad dream of twenty-one
Get my 'Ports gotta piss and my boxer saggin'
Three days on the outs one more left then it's back to cabbin'
This bitch is laggin', creep creep to the back do'
Slept on the flo, cause her moms was home
I need a phone 2-9-2 was the code when I could
Worrrrd, to the **** in my hood
Sellin' chiz and ready to tell me how cold hell is
Smokin' blunts and bein' surprised that a **** on sin
Gettin' drunk as I tell her about the world on the other side
Quick to lie, claimin' sides a young **** down to die
Who am I to lie in eighty-nine I wasn't rappin'
Steven tossed tights sayin' fuck camp cabin
I never seen a big **** run so fast, run so fast
(So don't trip when ya see Vic hop a fence)
I never seen a big **** run so fast, run so fast
I never seen a big **** run so fast, run so fast
I never seen a big **** run so fast, run so fast
I never seen a
Written by: David Bell
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