Shoes for running
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That will race ya
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Sun is coming
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It¡¯ll chase ya
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Through this deadbeat town
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Through this deadbeat town
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The end is coming
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I would race ya
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But there¡¯s no running
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It¡¯ll chase ya
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Death will hunt you down
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Death will hunt you down
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What about the people that¡¯s barefoot with no shoes for running when the sun come up?
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Hey 1 procenters, the 99 say what you gonna do for us?
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We¡¯ll run up in your house like the first runner up
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Be the first one to rock and the last one to get laid down
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Stay down and now we lookin at the top of the pound
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Oh the nigga, the mountain, no our cap on
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We vote patrone, nigga did 2 songs
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Bubble gum, jet poppin off
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Let em out like the nigga got all the hoes
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Got all the dope and all the women
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Why what you gonna do in the penitentiary?
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Got a lot of money, can¡¯t take it with me
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I can¡¯t take it with me
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I would¡¯ve stayed, consent me
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To the moon and back with beautiful casa
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And saved the lives of my great grandmamma
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My great granddad and I¡¯ll pass the answer
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To the question, but they make money off the medicine
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Leave it less on stock in elections
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With no progression, just recessions
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Shoes for running
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That will race ya
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Sun is coming
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It¡¯ll chase ya
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Through this deadbeat town
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Through this deadbeat town
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The end is coming
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I would race ya
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But there¡¯s no running
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It¡¯ll chase ya
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Death will hunt you down
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Death will hunt you down
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Just as I expected, life gets deadly
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It¡¯s funny how the beloved become the beheaded
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The truth can be independent of direction that you stretchin
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So my niggas we¡¯ll drop when shit gets sketchy
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It¡¯s a masterpiece, a work of art,
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A gallery, no photoshop
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Pictures say a million words
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So why does it let my photo funk
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Even in your local top
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Niggas that you know he boss
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Every time our name is brought up better know it¡¯s mobile top
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That¡¯s why she gives me geek til her shins weak
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I¡¯m blazing every day, you can call it dealt week
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You¡¯re running from a life that you didn¡¯t see
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That¡¯s like playing hide and seek with the grim reaper
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Shoes for running
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That will race ya
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Sun is coming
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It¡¯ll chase ya
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Through this deadbeat town
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Through this deadbeat town
|
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The end is coming
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I would race ya
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But there¡¯s no running
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It¡¯ll chase ya
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Death will hunt you down
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Death will hunt you down
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You can run but you can¡¯t hide
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Spent your whole life tryin to escape
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And everybody¡¯s safe
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Bits are tired living in that life
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Different lights, same towns
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Sacrifice but we try cuz we know there¡¯s no getting out
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And when the pawns are playin themselves I just lay and wait and it¡¯s greater myself
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Let em war wet out til the rhythm sails out
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Breathe it back to life, give it mouth to mouth
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Shoes for running
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That will race ya
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Sun is coming
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It¡¯ll chase ya
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Through this deadbeat town
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Through this deadbeat town
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The end is coming
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I would race ya
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But there¡¯s no running
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It¡¯ll chase ya
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Death will hunt you down
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Death will hunt you down
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You can fight and try to get away
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But there¡¯s nowhere to run and hide to
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You¡¯d better know that there might come a day
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Eventually it¡¯s gon find you
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You can fight and try to get away
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But there¡¯s nowhere to run and hide to
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You¡¯d better know that there might come a day
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Eventually it¡¯s gon find you
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Eventually it¡¯s gon find you find you
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Eventually it¡¯s gon find you
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Yea, Eventually it¡¯s gon find you
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And it¡¯s gon find your ass, it¡¯s gon find you
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Shoes For Running
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| Big Boi |
