His name is Johnny he's got nothing to say
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He's just a bad ass motha getting in your face
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You better hang your head low, low to the ground
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Cause we're dropping mad tracks until were feeling the sound
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It's the rhymes and the rhythms that you're used to
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With the one-two beats you can dance to
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And to the people everywhere in the streets
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Doin time in the jail ain't whatcha wanna do
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Cause you're runnin with a gun
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Runnin' with a gun, runnin'
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Runnin' with a gun in his hand
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All of a sudden I sad could you believe
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All the corruption and the anger in a society
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With the madness that is here within us all
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All its armies and its leaders are startin to fall
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No you don't know, what time it is
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Ten seconds flat said is what it will take
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To make your move don't hesitate
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With the eyes and the camers as that are watchin around
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The enemy is near and you're to be found
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Dead or alive make no mistake
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They're gonna blow your punk ass away
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Cause you're runnin with a gun
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Runnin' with a gun, runnin'
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Runnin' with a gun in his hand
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Runnin' With A Gun
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| Slightly Stoopid |
