Run Nigga Run Lyrics - Pooh-man

A lot of my Eastside partners are dyin' fast 

And it ain't for natural causes, fool, they catchin' a blast 

Tim, Yogi, Bruce and James 

pick up the newspaper, fool, and it's all familiar names 

Brothas i grew up with and do up with 

Partners killin' partners, man, that's the cold shit 

Gots me spooked to hang with the fellas 

Cause you never know when the nextman's gettin' jealous 

Cause I've seen some cold shit: 

Brothas gettin' killed over the words of a bitch 

Now tell me what that be like, player 

But in the Oaktown ain't no rules, nigga 

Everything's fair, hah! 

And the main fact is a bullet 

He's got his finger on the trigga 

And he'll damn sure pull it 

This defines ghetto mentality, right? 

But it all so got a player runnin' for his life... 

I walked to my homie's funeral last week 

Tears rolled down his mama's cheek 

And it made me think: 

I never tripped when i was gunnin' and funnin' 

But the things i did in past got me duckin', dodgin, runnin' 

And it ain't that i'm scared but if a fool starts to blastin' 

It ain't like I'm gonna stand there 

See, moms allready lost my brotha 

So I keeps my vest on when I roam in the gutter 

But we droppin' like flies 

What's goin' on the Eastside can't be denied 

Remember when we used to box? 

But nowadays we grabbin' A.K.'s 

And be bringin' down the whole block 

And little kids gettin' gaught up in the crossfire 

Before he reaches a teens he's expired 

12 years old and it's a damn shame 

Layin' in the middle of the nearest lane, hah! 

And it brings tears to my eyes, damn! 

We got'em runnin' for their lifes... 

Another mother's tears on the cheeks 

Seems like another brotha got beated by these Eastside streets 

He fell victim to a drive-by 

And I find myself askin' why? 

Was he part of the game claimin' red or blue? 

Or was is just a time to him to pay for things he do 

He probably killed another brotha 

Don't act like you're shocked 

Cause that's the way of the gutter 

He was the baller callin' major shots 

He slipped one too many times so he got dropped 

And ain't nobody untouchable, fool 

Before the phony starts everything's cool, hah! 

But once it's on it's goin' down 

Drive-by's sparkin' up the whole fuckin' town 

Deathtomb 17 over the weekend 

Strapped with my vest in the funerals of my friends 

Cause they droppin' like flies 

Stayin' alive you can't do shit but try 

Cause the brothas slippin' to the left 

And the name of the game ain't shit but death 

Because the way we live, hah! 

They got us runnin' for our lives...