Running without aim Through the razor weeds That only reach my knees And when I'm lying in the grey sleep I don't know how to walk the boards I open
Make Threats? Yes, Then We See Em Out You Don't Really Want DV About I'm Straight But I'm Coming Out Now I'm Running In Got The Running Out And Anyway
' all that shit like you can get some You just a sucka, and can't get a fuckin' crumb I ain't lettin' niggas rap no more without my approval or stamp
my Range, and your feet get scarred I ain't never leave the house, without me packing a gun And I ain't never leave the block, without collecting
'm kicking just a little bit Somebody gotta be into it Somebody gotta be out of it Somebody gotta be up for it Somebody gotta be doubtin' it Somebody gotta be running
Marcel and St. John Strong men belittled by doubt I couldn't tell her what my private thoughts were But she had some way of finding them out He took dead-center aim
gained Charges pending further investigation You've got to expect that you're falling from graces Rehearsing all your persona will need when you're front-page fighting (aim
pull a mac out Aim it at the sky while I'm running from a black cloud Tired enough for me to pass out, tired of running from the black cloud. [Joe Budden
Running without aim Through the razor weeds That only reach my knees And when I'm lying in the gray sleep I don't know how to walk the boards I open my
Running without aim Through the razor weeds That only reach my knees And when I'm lying in the grey sleep I don't know how to walk the boards I open my
growing old Hold me, hold me in your arms Shelter me from going cold I'm a shot in the dark without you A rebel without a clue, rebel without a clue
First nigga to violate I'll regulate without warning I'll pray on them, I'll spray on them First nigga to violate I'll regulate without warning I'll
till I promise {dante & main flow (of mood)} Mf: they stoled knots, hold spots, trapped in the road block Dt: we globetrot, we roll pop, running from
sword fighter defeated and blind Then carnage ensued that no man could condone As the bloody red blade sliced through sinew and bone All day did the swordsman attack without
ensued that no man could condone As the bloody red blade sliced through sinew and bone All day did the swordsman attack without halt Though the other
is now a condition of life Without any sources our dream will fade away To live a better way Was our final aim Did we ever try? Start running The
gt; Yo, it's burning season Y'all thugs is guiltly of high treason Many of them bleeding Some getting sent to the brain for no reason On the streets niggas kill without
