On the Run C-Murder (Ft. Full Blooded & Soulja Slim)
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[Intro: Soulja Slim]
Go head big baby
Soulja Slim's in this mothafucker with Da Hound from girttown
And C mothafuckin' Murder
Know what
I'm saying for the 19 9nickel and three mothafucking pennies
Shit's getting real
[Soulja Slim]
Its the Glock born shooter so respect him don't neglect him
But check him, quick to blast bullets off in your intersection
You better ask some fucking body bout Soulja Slim I murdered them
And I keep it cocked at all times come look at him
I'm inviting you to danger
You best to be a banger
One that don't miss I'm TRU to this I' ve been raised
Blues an shit I trained myself for combatbust back as I react
On every attack so niggas keep your mouths closed
And eyes open
My trigger finger itching to be stroking
Praying and hoping
One of you niggas build ya'll nuts up to come try me
Last nigga done it bloody body
Him couldn't get by me, why me
A soldier that has a backround of murders and robbery
That shit that used to be my hobby
Never do it sloppy, make the job well done
Get rid of the murder weapon get a new gun
I'm on the run
Go head big baby
Soulja Slim's in this mothafucker with Da Hound from girttown
And C mothafuckin' Murder
Know what
I'm saying for the 19 9nickel and three mothafucking pennies
Shit's getting real
[Soulja Slim]
Its the Glock born shooter so respect him don't neglect him
But check him, quick to blast bullets off in your intersection
You better ask some fucking body bout Soulja Slim I murdered them
And I keep it cocked at all times come look at him
I'm inviting you to danger
You best to be a banger
One that don't miss I'm TRU to this I' ve been raised
Blues an shit I trained myself for combatbust back as I react
On every attack so niggas keep your mouths closed
And eyes open
My trigger finger itching to be stroking
Praying and hoping
One of you niggas build ya'll nuts up to come try me
Last nigga done it bloody body
Him couldn't get by me, why me
A soldier that has a backround of murders and robbery
That shit that used to be my hobby
Never do it sloppy, make the job well done
Get rid of the murder weapon get a new gun
I'm on the run
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