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Run For Your Life

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Run For Your Life

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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 tryin' to 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 out of 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?

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 are 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 gangster 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 out of 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?

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 pits 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 out of 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?

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