On The Run Lyrics - Amerikaz Nightmare - Mobb Deep

[Havoc] 

You know my weapons conventional, blow a hole, then you folding 

You be the death of you, every do, last view will be arial 

Put the Range on off road, the woods to bury you 

Never question my M.O., or the ammo I carry, a state 

Crime or federal, task force to battle you 

Faggots, know what the lead'll do, put ya vest on daddy 

Them slugs will burn like verenial, off top to carry you 

Dirty laundry, we airing you, respect my gangsta, and shotty 

You little raps don't grab me, the truth'll hurt for they addy 

They drink the drink and rade the pain, to build some courage to clap me 

Give a fuck if it's tellin' you, more the merry, I'm marry to guns 

Muthafucka, pull ligaments, nigga, they vary 

Being need of some medical, livin' life as vegetable 

Take that, think about it and don't try nothin' fancy 

Make a move and I'll level you, like a bomb with atomic forces 

Niggaz betta pray and kiss they crosses 

Holy water to bless you, them slugs will tear your tissue 

And clog the fuck outta a vassel, and got you seeing me crystal 

Niggaz sweatin' in they sleep, I got them sleepin' with pistols 

I'm the dope, you the fiend, fuckin' right, I'm fiction 

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[Chorus 2X: Havoc] 

Shot a nigga from frontin', I'm on the run now 

Nigga try to fuck with my hustle, I'm on the run now 

Used to gettin' paper, I'm touchin', I'm on the run now 

Life is so good, nigga, push me, I'm on the run now 

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[Prodigy] 

Nigga be duckin' and slidin', cuz they know we providin' 

All the shots for they night, they on us, we got it 

It's on us, you can put ya money back ya pocket 

Keep ya chains and ya watches, this is deeper than robbing 

I want your soul muthafucka, see you deep in some shit 

Now you catchin' and shifts, and now I'm ready to flip 

Without a thought, now we up in the whips 

We pay our own music, yeah, yo, we all on our dicks 

Got these bitches nose open, they be breezin' and fiendin' 

Got her shootin' at people, mad cuz they do leave them 

They can't believe it, now my car change with the seasons 

When the spring, summer, fall, the truck droppin' the t-rex 

I be boatin' and flying, strapped in when I'm driving 

Be on the side walking off, we truly be wilding 

They got billions behind 'em, still can't fuck with our rhyming 

And these songs overpower, where shit they frontin' 

[Chorus 2X]