Run For It Lyrics - 400 Degreez - Juvenile

I be comin' up wit da Glock toy 

You can stop boy 

You ain't heard I'm off tha block boy 

Chipp-pedy chop boy 

Off in ya cut is where I'm layin' 

Ready fo' sprayin' 

Soon as I see yo face and hand 

I ain't wit dat playin' 

My daddy showed me how to play it in a situation 

My daddy tol' me I ain't shit wit outta occupation 

So I played the game 

Bust yo head if you said my name 

I had some of deez niggas scared I came 

I kno' some niggas out tha 'Nolia that'll ride fo' me 

I kno' some niggas hollin' soldier that a die fo' me 

T.C., L.T., Magnolia and six 

Oh you want some of dat fire dope you can score in da bricks 

You disrespectin' my mind cuz you keep comin' short 

I might hitcha wit dat iron cuz you need ta be taught 

You keep showing yo teeth cuz you thank its a joke 

You mus thank deez bullets ain't real and you ain't gon' git smoke 

Now if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gotta gun 

You betta run for it, run for it, run 

And if ya too deep in some beef and dem boyz bout ta come 

You betta run for it, run for it, run 

If ya ain't gotta strap but cho enemy got one 

You betta run for it, run for it, run 

And if you git into it wit a Cash Money Brotha 

You betta run for it, run for it, run 

I be in all black sometimes 

Sometimes I be jumpin' out trees in camouflage 

Me and Juvenile got two Ks we bout to ride 

Dem boyz playin' wit da U.P.T. well dey gots to die 

Man its that deep 

It's a tragedy 

That you can test me 

Heard I run in houses don't put it past me 

Hell look boy you betta tell deez niggas 

Fo' I mask up and try ta kill deez niggas 

You don't want my stress trouble 

I be back in two hummers and five lex-bubbles (what!) 

My big brother Juvie 

Tol' me not to eva letta nigga screw me 

Tol' me if I eva did he would do me 

Gave me two guns and sent me round dey shootin' 

And then they start runnin' 

Hardest niggas on tha block started actin like a woman 

Tha four foot stranger in ya area bustin' 

Load it up and slide it in 

Cock it back pop it out we ridin' 

Look, look I'll run in a busta spot 

I'll sit on a busta porch 

I'll sleep on a busta block 

Apply five and then let go 

Bang lil cowards keep playin', get hurt 

Motha-flirk see I'ont' curse 

But'll wet up yo shirt 

Look all my enemy's see me comin' 

All my enemy's peeeeeuuungghhh be runnin' 

Now if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gotta gun 

You betta run for it, run for it, run 

And if ya too deep in some beef and dem boyz bout ta come 

You betta run for it, run for it, run 

If ya ain't gotta strap but cho enemy got one 

You betta run for it, run for it, run 

And if you git into it wit a Cash Money Brotha 

You betta run for it, run for it, run 

You thank I'm playin'a somthin' lil whodie I ain't trippin' 

Tha beef started last week and dem niggas still be hittin' 

Two children got killed and a ol' lady got hit 

Look I'm bout ta git tha fuck cause I ain' got no time fo' dis shit 

Now you can be comin' through 

And runnin to a gun if you feel 

That they ain't gon' do you shit cause ya real 

I'ont' wanna be witcha when its hapnin' either 

I probably be some where ducked off takin' a nap wit my people 

I'd rather see it on TV than see it in person 

Having my fucking' head hurtin' 

When dem thirties be burstin' 

Bet if yo beef see ya he ain't gon' wait fo' ya dog 

Our all gon' try to rearrange ya face fo' ya dog 

Second line and round dem clubs ain't no place fo ya dog 

Dem same niggas you come up wit playa-hatin' ya dog 

I see em comin' wit choppers and I know they gon' bust 

Lil Wayne hol' up 

We kitin' out sho' nuff' 

Now if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gotta gun 

You betta run for it, run for it, run 

And if ya too deep in some beef and dem boyz bout ta come 

You betta run for it, run for it, run 

If ya ain't gotta strap but cho enemy got one 

You betta run for it, run for it, run 

And if you git into it wit a Cash Money Brotha 

You betta run for it, run for it, run 

Now if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gotta gun 

You betta run for it, run for it, run 

And if ya too deep in some beef and dem boyz bout ta come 

You betta run for it, run for it, run 

If ya ain't gotta strap but cho enemy got one 

You betta run for it, run for it, run 

And if you git into it wit a Cash Money Brotha 

You betta run for it, run for it, run 

Run for it 

Ya betta run for it, run for it 

Ya betta run for it, run for it 

Go git cha gun for it 

Ya betta run for it, run for it, run 

Run for it, run for it, run, run for it 

Run for it, run, run for it, run for it, run 

Get cha gun for it , gun for it, gun 

Get cha gun for it gun for it