Run Ni**a Run - Pooh-Man
A lot of my east side partners are dyin' fast
And it ain't for natural causes fool they catchin' a blast
Tim yogi Bruce and James
Pick up the newspaper fool and it's all familiar names
Broths I grew up with and do up with
Partners killin' partners man that's the cold sh*t
Got me spooked to hang with the fellas
Cause you never know when the next man's gettin' jealous
Cause I've seen some cold sh*t
Broths gettin' killed over the words of a b**ch
Now tell me what that be like player
But in the oak town ain't no rules n**ga
Everything's fair hah
And the main fact is a bullet
He's got his finger on the trig
And he'll damn sure pull it
This defines ghetto mentality right
But it all so got a player runnin' for his life
I walked to my home's funeral last week
Tears rolled down his mama's cheek
And it made me think
I never tripped when I was gunnin' and funnin'
But the things I did in past got me duckin' dodging runnin'
And it ain't that I'm scared but if a fool starts to blastin'
It ain't like I'm gonna stand there
See moms all ready lost my broth a
So I keeps my vest on when I roam in the gutter
But we droppin' like flies
What's goin' on the east side can't be denied
Remember when we used to box
But nowadays we grabbin' A K's
And be bringin' down the whole block
And little kids gettin' g aught up in the crossfire
Before he reaches a teens he's expired
12 years old and it's a damn shame
Layin' in the middle of the nearest lane hah
And it brings tears to my eyes damn
We got them runnin' for their life's
Another mother's tears on the cheeks
Seems like another broth a got beaten by these east side streets
He fell victim to a drive by
And I find myself askin' why
Was he part of the game claimin' red or blue
Or was is just a time to him to pay for things he do
He probably killed another broth a
Don't act like you're shocked
Cause that's the way of the gutter
He was the baller callin' major shots
He slipped one too many times so he got dropped
And ain't nobody untouchable fool
Before the phony starts everything's cool hah
But once it's on it's goin' down
Drive by's sparkin' up the whole f**king town
Death tomb 17 over the weekend
Strapped with my vest in the funerals of my friends
Cause they droppin' like flies
Stayin' alive you can't do sh*t but try
Cause the broths slippin' to the left
And the name of the game ain't sh*t but death
Because the way we live hah
They got us runnin' for our lives
