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Run
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Run was released on August 3, 2009 by Urban Kings Music as a part of the album Game Over
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Release DateAugust 3, 2009
LabelUrban Kings Music
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM94

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Conejo
Conejo
Performer
Jose Martin
Jose Martin
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jose Martin
Jose Martin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jaime C Diaz Jr
Jaime C Diaz Jr
Producer

Lyrics

Let's do this shit homie (C-O-N)
Know I'm sayin'
G Rabbs, feds hot on the block homie
I think you better (Run, run)
US marshals just got word you came down from Atlanta
I think you better (Run, run)
Fucking ATF, know about the weapons
You got stashed at your grandmas house
DEA's getting ready to hit the crack house homie
I think you better (Run, run)
Ernie G. (What's up C-O-N?)
It's like this homie, the world is mine
Know I'm sayin', Scarface2 The Mixtape
Big G Rabbs (Scarface 2)
Check me out (Let's go)
I'm all alone in this world, and no one I trust
This a shady ass game, I'd rather smoke me some dust
'Cause everybody and they mama trying to sit on the throne
But I'm the only King out this bitch, come on
These fucking rap groups wanna climb to the top
But they flop 'cause they lops and they get no props
They better stop, vatos look confused
I'm the one on the news, that got nothing to lose
Foos want me out the game, that they willing to snitch
Bout the rocks that I pitch and the weapons I ditch
There's controversy, behind the name I built
And love for the streets, got 'em killed, blood spilled
'Cause the weed don't hit me when I feel like this
I'm part of something bigger than just pulling the trigger
Lord forgive me, for my satanic rhymes
'Cause they only metaphors to describe my life, the world is mine
Hahah, this big G Rabbs homie
Scarface 2 The Mixtape
What's up perro?
High Caliber Exclusive
Check this out
I kick the realness, they send blacked out agents
Assault gun charges, trying to stuff us in cages
Check the timeline, from beginning to now
In this urban world, a fight to the last round
SUV drive-by, stay busting that gat
I stay lifted with the wicked, I decipher my raps
I caught a hot one, ese on the run
CA D.A. saying I'm the one
Fingerprints bloody knife, Pink Floyd The Wall
Equip with the shit you can't find in the mall
So the bitches on their knees, touch my dick and it grows
Sip of hen, hit the Buddha then I'm breaking 'em off
Cash route, cash flows, Glocks and dope
Ese toast to the culture, ephedrine barrels is go
The streets my religion, vatos call me the pope
A prophetic beast, this ghetto magic behold
The world is mine
Written by: Jose Martin
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