Doncha Runaway Lyrics - Spice 1

Now don't you run away from my Glock 

You can't dodge seventeen mothafuckin' shots 

Could somebody pass me a clip and a trigger 

Walk across the party pistol whip a nigga 

Shit, 

I'm comin' up at 'em with the .9's the Glocks and Macs 

And they'll never breathe again like Toni Braxton 

Cause I don't see nothing wrong with a little brotha jack 

So say "what up?" to the 187 FAC 

Nappy head ass muthafuckas wearin' plats 

Kickin' back like a muthafucka slangin' sex 

Ready to peel a nigga cap if they got the nap 

So if you're funkin' with the FAC 

Better to stay strapped 

Cause we'll be comin' up at your back with the black Gat 

Nigga, and you be feelin' kinda fucked up 

When your homie dropped, it's simple 

You can't run away from my Glock 

[Chorus: x2] 

Doncha runaway 

From my Nine 

There's no place to hide 

I'm gonna get you by and by 

Spiggedy one kickin' dat ass with some lay back shit 

The trigga-happy nigga, I figure 

Niggas won't want to step to me 

If they know I'll be bustin' caps 

I roll straps niggas take naps 

Cause I don't be fuckin' around 

When it comes to bustin' that steel 

I'm too real, niggas feeel me 

When I kick this gangsta ass shit that you never heard 

But fuck what you've heard 

I smokes niggas like Herb 

Put your ass smooth on ice 

So nigga don't be two proud to beg 

For your mothafuckin' life 

Cause Nine Kelly I'ma make 'em stutter 

Make 'em drop, nigga 

You can't run away from my Glock 

[Chorus: x2] 

Comin' like the Lench Mobb swingin' on the vine 

Bailin' out peace to my mothafuckin' Nine 

Pullin' my cap back ready to serve they ass 

Givin' a fuck about what the next nigga done up in the past 

Nigga, I like to let a nigga have a bloody body 

Don't think I'm bad, no box and no karate 

Just a big fat Gat for them suckas 

I ain't scared to you muthafuckas 

Shit, and nigga that's how it be 

"rollin' with my mothafuckin' strap on the side of me" 

So don't come at me with that shit 

'Bout you gon' gaffle me up 

I cock your cranium like the mothafuckin' ?, nigga 

So keep your hand on your pistol grip 

Bullets whistlin' and shit 

Feel like a fuckin' missile when they hit 

And I advice you to stay on the lurk 

Cause if you funkin' with my niggas 

You gon' put in some work, nigga 

[Chorus: x2] 

Yeah nigga 

You knew you couldn't fuck wid this G 

Would you want to step to me 

Fault, hoe, haha 

Spiggedy One whippin' on that ass 

Ant Banks in the mothafuckin' house 

My nigga Omar 

My nigga knocced out muthafucka drunk and shit 

This nigga Jamar lay down the mothafuckin' studio 

Drunk in tha muthafucka 

You know what I'm sayin' 

But you know one thing 

Everybody in this muthafucka's strapped 

You know what I'm sayin' 

And nobody comin' up short 

So don't try to run away from my Glock 

Can't dodge seventeen mothafuckin' shots 

187 thousand G