STATIK SELEKTAH - Brothers On The Run lyrics

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Ft. JFK, Reks & Termanology

Running here and there, I’m preaching everywhere

Running here and there, I’m preaching everywhere

I see you dude man, I now what you going through b

Running here and there, I’m preaching everywhere

I be seeing my niggas grow old

I mean they go, they go away, they should come home

Check, you see my brother’s on the run, is his …

He running from the law and they gonn bury him

They won’t carry him into the jail, get his finger nails

I mean tips, I mean prints

The point is you need to fear, the joint is for any who fear

Like purple one they tear, for what they put on that scale

They crossing over the rails, they jumping over the roof tops

Better have them skills for real

Long drop, have you flatter in the mail, I mean pay check

Bills, point as you will, be left without a breath,

Death kill nigga, kill for tey even… you can’t lie still

Gotta move I mean dack it up, head for the hills, cut a deal

I mean twill and they will, put your soul, and it feels, in the o

With the roses, split you like moses, the seas, decease, this is

For soldiers in the win, I mean floating in the breeze

Running here and there, I’m preaching everywhere

Running here and there, I’m preaching everywhere

Running here and there, I’m preaching everywhere

Running here

Free gutter, free jay, ah,

My brother jay, he hustle yay, like every fucking day

They locked him up and took his guns away

And for his sons I pray,

Just another miserable night, another Lawrence day

Where the warrant’s the reason your baby mama pray

Giving you that real life shit, racks jfk,

Stack easy, showing off, I got something to say

You fuckers coming my way, you getting snuffed in the face

I’m humble but get your face pummeled by the apes

I try to preach peace and stay in the least beef

But me and my g’s got beef with the police chief

I feel like chief keef cause I don’t fuck with fuckshit

On the west they would call you a buster

On the east they would call you a sucker

And me, I’m just tryina make music you trusting

I rather go down in the box, someone who represented my town the right way

And I’m out

Running here and there, I’m preaching everywhere

Running here and there, I’m preaching everywhere

Running here and there, I’m preaching everywhere

Running here

I’ve been here and there on the run you know, true story you know

The … service, all the way to the real boys, you know what I mean

Been on the run like 9 months straight, pushing weight, gaining weight

In the gym everyday, just tryina get straight

Nancy grey’s pushing the case, got a face that can’t be traced

Smoke your piff, I swear that it’s laced

I’m paranoid massed up like hardy

It’s all green in the garden, you’re a stupid dude I get you’re pardon

I can’t fill the rocks with lamps and raw socks

And it’s back to the blocks where cops pull glocks

My story line, no timeline, and I could battle any day

But it takes too much of my grind time

I’ve been hearing that, no price on freedom

It’s like I’m driving with no brakes yo, I guess I’m bleeding

Pedal to the floor, gotta adjust to the change of seasons

Don’t push me in that corner and give a reason

I guess it’s all some sort of treason,

Give me that one way ticket, I’m gone, I’m leaving

Running here and there, I’m preaching everywhere

Running here and there, I’m preaching everywhere

Running here and there, I’m preaching everywhere

Running here .