(Now there ain't but 20'000 police in the whole town
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Can you dig?
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Can you dig it?
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Caaan youuu dig iiit?!
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- Yeah!)
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(Run-D)
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Run sucker, run sucker, run sucker, run
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Sucker run, I'm comin like a shotgun
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Schoolly-School, I'm never gonna be the one
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And if you think that I'm ever gonna let up
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Shut up - and just get up
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I'm on your back, got you runnin like a rabbit
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I'm in your veins like a cocaine habit
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And let you know that I'm never gonna stop
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Until a sucker get dropped
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I'm not your boy, you ain't my master
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Another brother gotta do what he has ta
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Do, and everything that I wanna
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The only job I got standin on the corner
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And everything that I do is illegal
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Another brother, but the brother was an eagle
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Run, run, run, run, run, you better run fast
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Another sucker just got gased
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Alright sucker, you want the real deal?
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Here it is, at the tip of the cold steel
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Shoot a punk and a shoe-shine nigger
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Shoot em all what Schoolly D figure
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Line em up, put your finger on the trigger
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Sit back and take a little swigger
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And let a rhyme intoxicate your mind
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Like a cheeba and a forty of wine
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I'm gettin tired of every other brother in the ghetto
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Gotta sell a little lleyo
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Because a brother didn't have enough knowledge
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Didn't know because he didn't go to college
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I'm gettin tired of the suckers on my back
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Because I'm black, hard with a dope rap
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Do you think a young brother wanna hear that?
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They rather hear a brother pullin on a git-gat
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Run, run, run, run, run, you better run fast
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Another sucker just got gased
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Jump fast out the startin block
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From this gat from the fact that I hold you will feel the pop
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Gunshots on the neighborhood
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Are the sounds of brothers hard up to no good
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Feel the pain of a bullet wound
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For suckers tryin to slip and trip, time to meet their doom
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Like the sounds of a battle cry
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Either run, soft sucker, or get caught, do or die
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Flee, it's the reality
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Cause I see another weak comp, it's so violent, see
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Brothers dyin over property
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Dope, money, women and ki's
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So now the time is at hand
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You can sit down, be a punk or be a man
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It's like chillin, cold lampin on death row
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And I catch you, boy, in a grave you go
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Stay out on the move, it ain't for fun
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Yo School, make them suckers wanna run, run, run
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(Run)
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Run
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