SCHOOLLY D - Run lyrics

rate me

(Now there ain't but 20'000 police in the whole town

Can you dig?

Can you dig it?

Caaaan youuuu dig iiiit?!

- Yeah!)

[Run-D.M.C.] (Run-D)

[VERSE 1: Schoolly D]

Run sucker, run sucker, run sucker, run

Sucker run, I'm comin like a shotgun

Schoolly-School, I'm never gonna be the one

And if you think that I'm ever gonna let up

Shut up - and just get up

I'm on your back, got you runnin like a rabbit

I'm in your veins like a cocaine habit

And let you know that I'm never gonna stop

Until a sucker get dropped

I'm not your boy, you ain't my master

Another brother gotta do what he has ta

Do, and everything that I wanna

The only job I got standin on the corner

And everything that I do is illegal

Another brother, but the brother was an eagle

Run, run, run, run, run, you better run fast

Another sucker just got gased

[VERSE 2: Scholly D]

Alright sucker, you want the real deal?

Here it is, at the tip of the cold steel

Shoot a punk and a shoe-shine nigger

Shoot em all what Schoolly D figure

Line em up, put your finger on the trigger

Sit back and take a little swigger

And let a rhyme intoxicate your mind

Like a cheeba and a forty of wine

I'm gettin tired of every other brother in the ghetto

Gotta sell a little lleyo

Because a brother didn't have enough knowledge

Didn't know because he didn't go to college

I'm gettin tired of the suckers on my back

Because I'm black, hard with a dope rap

Do you think a young brother wanna hear that?

They rather hear a brother pullin on a git-gat

Run, run, run, run, run, you better run fast

Another sucker just got gased

[VERSE 3: guest rapper]

Jump fast out the startin block

From this gat from the fact that I hold you will feel the pop

Gunshots on the neighborhood

Are the sounds of brothers hard up to no good

Feel the pain of a bullet wound

For suckers tryin to slip and trip, time to meet their doom

Like the sounds of a battle cry

Either run, soft sucker, or get caught, do or die

Flee, it's the reality

Cause I see another weak comp, it's so violent, see

Brothers dyin over property

Dope, money, women and ki's

So now the time is at hand

You can sit down, be a punk or be a man

It's like chillin, cold lampin on death row

And I catch you, boy, in a grave you go

Stay out on the move, it ain't for fun

Yo School, make them suckers wanna run, run, run

(Run) [cut up until end]