If you want it come on and say we'll Run Away. Run Away. Run Away. If you want it, you can have it, don't let nothing or nobody hold you down I can take you away
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face on fire Run and tell your friends to never dream, never win Ghettos keep a crying out to streets full of zombies Kids are killing kids and then the
it I can't feel it Must've found a way out my back door Must've run away out my back door Because it's gone, gone, gone So I run into the street And
You liked my dreams, you thought I was wild Is there a rhythm in your step now That reminds you of a dance Do you push it all away 'Cause you never took
stars Run away with me to another place We can rely on each other, uh huh From one corner to another, uh huh Some got hopes and dreams, we got ways
's the perfect time of year Somewhere far away from here I feel fine enough, I guess Considering everything's a mess There's a restaurant down the street
me now go get f-cking stomped son no I run this city I am Brooklyn?s Nucky Thompson If they make me go in I?ma go right away mny fly ass can?t be stopped
Do you ever have that dream Where you're walkin' naked down the street And everyone just stares? Do you ever feel so deep That you speak your mind To
Biggie Some niggas they wanna be 'Pac But I just wanna be Bizzy As soon as they hear me, they spit me Like Richard Simmi Don't run away, where's your
size of Mo Thugs 'til you find us All the nigga know what the hood like In the streets gotta get that good life Sellin' that, yeah, up under the street
workin' a nine to five Or ridin' the hustle I gotta get mine, bottom line Most of my time I'm out here puttin' in work For all of my days that I run
to be that nigga In the ghetto that just can't stay out Ain't nowhere to run ain't nowhere to hide And it ain't no way out Could you tell where you run
my foot on his line and leave him burnt up cookin Yeah I break off off my heat 'cause when I'm in the streets And I hit these streets I'ma keep my peace
'ma let the magic shoot This time it's off the Havoc flute yeah I'm a general and criminal yall fags salute I'm in the streets while yall sweet like
outta, get outta here Fly fly, fly away Fly fly, fly away Fly fly, fly away I wanna fly, fly, fly I wanna fly, fly, fly Fly away {Thank you and good
