Run For Your Life Lyrics - The Group Home

Intro: {sample from movie} 

Most persons never have a chance to get into a recording studio 

Never get to see or hear a record being made 

And only experience the finished product 

Until now, you had no way of learning 

Of the anormous complexity of the recording process 

And this limits appreciation of music 

We can't hope to explain all the complexity 

But we hope to give you some insight 

For the musical forces at work 

And have a good time in the process 

Chorus 2X: Lil Dap 

Run for you life, if your life you live 

Live behind the gun, and this is what you get 

Two slugs to the head, and you're dead and gone 

Listen to the word, that's how word is bond 

{Agallah} 

Word is on the corner of Gas & the Plate 

The don who got laced up by mistake 

Time flies yo we chillin at his wake 

Sittin up, suing down and shit feel type fake 

Nice '88 black is held down with the white face 

The way shit was going, couldn't wrote out his will 

Hear them be sneaking upon niggas, 'cause he love to kill 

Met war, slouching cars, to send you bon voyage 

One fourth of tears pullin out from the eyes of your mom 

The rise of your life is on, negative or positive 

You trying to live right or wrong, something just got to give 

Even if you got a BM, it's the walk of dead, everytime you seen him 

Prisoners walk, always try to go for freedom 

Year two thou, back space, niggas delete them 

Praying god, everytime we eatin 

Chorus 2X 

{Lil Dap} 

My dreams to walk the streets open hearted with my peeps 

Sweet game upon knowledge, sometime we feel like scholars 

More power to devour all these fake MC's 

Uncle Tom brought the playa hating jellin on me 

So we jellin to our music, 'cause that's all we know 

Break it down to the ghetto, with that ill ass flow 

Walkin days or nights, business sights and fights 

Bodies and souls are gettin picken all night 

Indeed yo, in the streets this is what you see 

Try to speak the forth, but no one understands me 

Moms please listen to me, turning dust into black 

Running straight for my life, and there's no turning back 

Chorus 2X 

{Blackadon} 

Yo were I'm from ENY, where there at? Brooklyn 

Got heads turning, from Cali to Fort Ten 

I've been in the mix since before '86, and while you sucking dick 

I'm strickly gettin biz 

You know who it is, when you from Brooklyn 

Every fuckin borough scared of them crook kids 

And don't wonder why, just please come thru 

With your 10 karat ice, and see what we do 

It ain't nuthin new, just the same old thing 

Will snatch your chain, invect your brain 

That was my frame of mind, when I think way back 

The only thing to say was, my name was K Slack 

To overgate my sins, so I can be born again 

Still livin the Brooklyn rasta farayan 

You listen to my words, and you will be born 

A life filled, a child worn 

Chorus 2X