作词 : Banks, Gooden, Green (verse 1)： Now don't you run away from my glock You can't dodge 17 mutha******' shots Could somebody pass me a clip and a trigger Walk across the party pistol whip a ****** ******iit, I'm comin' up at 'em with the .9's the glocks and macs And they'll never breathe again like toni braxton Cause i don't see nothing wrooong with a little brotha jack So say "what up?" to the 187 fac Nappy head ass mutha******as wearin' plats Kickin' back like a mutha******a slangin' *** Ready to peel a ****** cap if they got the nap So if you're funkin' with the fac Better to stay strapped Cause we'll be comin' up at your back with the black gat ******, and you be feelin' kinda ****** up When your homie dropped, it's simple You can't run away from my glock (chorus): 2x Doncha runaway From my nine There's no place to hide I'm gonna get you by and by (verse 2): Spiggedy one kickin' dat ass with some lay back ******t The trigga-happy ******, i figure ******s won't wanna step to me If they know i'll be bustin' caps I roll straps ******s take naps Cause i don't be ******' around When it comes to bustin' that steel I'm too real, ******s feeel me When i kick this gangsta ass ******t that you never heard But ****** what you've heard I smokes ******s like herb Put your ass smooth on ice So ****** don't be 2 proud to beg For your mutha******' life Cause nine kelly i'ma make 'em stutter Make 'em drop, ****** You can't run away from my glock (chorus): 2x (verse 3): Comin' like the lench mobb swingin' on the vine Bailin' out peace to my mutha******' nine Pullin' my cap back ready to serve they ass Givin' a ****** about what the next ****** done up in the past ******, i like to let a ****** have a bloody body Don't think i'm bad, no box and no karate Just a big fat gat for them suckas I ain't scared to you mutha******as ******iit, and ****** that's how it be "rollin' with my mutha******' strap on the side of me" So don't come at me with that ******t 'bout you gon gaffle me up I **** your cranium like the mutha******' [?], ****** So keep your hand on your pistol grip Bullets whistlin' and ******t Feel like a ******' missle when they hit And i advice you to stay on the lurk Cause if you funkin' with my ******s You gon put in some work, ****** (chorus): 2x (outro): Yeah ****** You knew you couldn't ****** wid this g Would you wanna step to me Fault, hoe, haha Spiggedy one whippin' on that ass Ant banks in the mutha******' house My ****** omar My ****** knocced out mutha******a drunk and ******t This ****** jamar lay down the mutha******' studio Drunk in tha mutha******a You know what i'm sayin' But you know one thing Everybody in this mutha******a's strapped You know what i'm sayin' And nobody comin' up short So don't try to run away from my glock Can't dodge 17 mutha******' shots 187 thousand g
作词 : Banks, Gooden, Green (verse 1)： Now don't you run away from my glock You can't dodge 17 mutha******' shots Could somebody pass me a clip and a trigger Walk across the party pistol whip a ****** ******iit, I'm comin' up at 'em with the .9's the glocks and macs And they'll never breathe again like toni braxton Cause i don't see nothing wrooong with a little brotha jack So say "what up?" to the 187 fac Nappy head ass mutha******as wearin' plats Kickin' back like a mutha******a slangin' *** Ready to peel a ****** cap if they got the nap So if you're funkin' with the fac Better to stay strapped Cause we'll be comin' up at your back with the black gat ******, and you be feelin' kinda ****** up When your homie dropped, it's simple You can't run away from my glock (chorus): 2x Doncha runaway From my nine There's no place to hide I'm gonna get you by and by (verse 2): Spiggedy one kickin' dat ass with some lay back ******t The trigga-happy ******, i figure ******s won't wanna step to me If they know i'll be bustin' caps I roll straps ******s take naps Cause i don't be ******' around When it comes to bustin' that steel I'm too real, ******s feeel me When i kick this gangsta ass ******t that you never heard But ****** what you've heard I smokes ******s like herb Put your ass smooth on ice So ****** don't be 2 proud to beg For your mutha******' life Cause nine kelly i'ma make 'em stutter Make 'em drop, ****** You can't run away from my glock (chorus): 2x (verse 3): Comin' like the lench mobb swingin' on the vine Bailin' out peace to my mutha******' nine Pullin' my cap back ready to serve they ass Givin' a ****** about what the next ****** done up in the past ******, i like to let a ****** have a bloody body Don't think i'm bad, no box and no karate Just a big fat gat for them suckas I ain't scared to you mutha******as ******iit, and ****** that's how it be "rollin' with my mutha******' strap on the side of me" So don't come at me with that ******t 'bout you gon gaffle me up I **** your cranium like the mutha******' [?], ****** So keep your hand on your pistol grip Bullets whistlin' and ******t Feel like a ******' missle when they hit And i advice you to stay on the lurk Cause if you funkin' with my ******s You gon put in some work, ****** (chorus): 2x (outro): Yeah ****** You knew you couldn't ****** wid this g Would you wanna step to me Fault, hoe, haha Spiggedy one whippin' on that ass Ant banks in the mutha******' house My ****** omar My ****** knocced out mutha******a drunk and ******t This ****** jamar lay down the mutha******' studio Drunk in tha mutha******a You know what i'm sayin' But you know one thing Everybody in this mutha******a's strapped You know what i'm sayin' And nobody comin' up short So don't try to run away from my glock Can't dodge 17 mutha******' shots 187 thousand g
