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Spice 1

"Doncha Runaway"

(Verse 1):
Now don't you run away from my Glock
You can't dodge 17 muthaf*ckin' shots
Could somebody pass me a clip and a trigger
Walk across the party pistol whip a n*gga
Shiiit
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 wrooong with a little brotha jack
So say "what up?" to the 187 FAC
Nappy head ass muthaf*ckas wearin' plats
Kickin' back like a muthaf*cka slangin' sex
Ready to peel a n*gga 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
n*gga, and you be feelin' kinda f*cked up
When your homie dropped, it's simple
You can't run away from my Glock

(Chorus): 2x
Doncha runaway
From my Nine
There's no place to hide
I'm gonna get you by and by

(Verse 2):
Spiggedy One kickin' dat ass with some lay back sh*t
The trigga-happy n*gga, I figure
n*ggas won't wanna step to me
If they know I'll be bustin' caps
I roll straps n*ggas take naps
Cause I don't be f*ckin' around
When it comes to bustin' that steel
I'm too real, n*ggas feeel me
When I kick this gangsta ass sh*t that you never heard
But f*ck what you've heard
I smokes n*ggas like Herb
Put your ass smooth on ice
So n*gga don't be 2 proud to beg
For your muthaf*ckin' life
Cause Nine Kelly I'mma make 'em stutter
Make 'em drop, n*gga
You can't run away from my Glock

(Chorus): 2x

(Verse 3):
Comin' like the Lench Mobb swingin' on the vine
Bailin' out peace to my muthaf*ckin' Nine
Pullin' my cap back ready to serve they ass
Givin' a f*ck about what the next n*gga done up in the past
n*gga, I like to let a n*gga 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 muthaf*ckas
Shiiit, and n*gga that's how it be
"rollin' with my muthaf*ckin' strap on the side of me"
So don't come at me with that sh*t
'Bout you gon gaffle me up
I c*ck your cranium like the muthaf*ckin' [?], n*gga
So keep your hand on your pistol grip
Bullets whistlin' and sh*t
Feel like a f*ckin' missle when they hit
And I advice you to stay on the lurk
Cause if you funkin' with my n*ggas
You gon put in some work, n*gga

(Chorus): 2x

(Outro):
Yeah n*gga
You knew you couldn't f*ck wid this G
Would you wanna step to me
Fault, ho, haha
Spiggedy One whippin' on that ass
Ant Banks in the muthaf*ckin' house
My n*gga Omar
My n*gga knocced out muthaf*cka drunk and sh*t
This n*gga Jamar lay down the muthaf*ckin' studio
Drunk in tha muthaf*cka
You know what I'm sayin'
But you know one thing
Everybody in this muthaf*cka'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 17 muthaf*ckin' shots
187 thousand G

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