Mobb Deep - On The Run lyrics

[Havoc]

You know my weapons conventional, blow a hole, then you folding

You be the death of you, every dude, last view will be arial

Put the Range on off road, the woods to bury you

Never question my M.O., or the ammo I carry, a state

Crime or federal, task force to battle you

Faggots, know what the lead'll do, put ya vest on daddy

Them slugs will burn like verenial, off top, take care of you

Dirty laundry, we airing you, respect my gangsta is savy

You little raps don't grab me, the truth'll hurt for they addy

They drink the drink and rade the pain, to build some courage to clap me

Give a fuck if it's tellin' you, more the merry, I'm marry to guns

Muthafuckin' polygamist, nigga, they vary

Being need of some medical, livin' life as vegetable

Take that, think about it and don't try nothin' fancy

Make a move and I'll level you, like a bomb with atomic forces

Niggaz betta pray and kiss they crosses

Holy water to bless you, them slugs will tear your tissue

And clog the fuck outta a vassel, and got you seeing me crystal

Niggaz sweatin' in they sleep, I got them sleepin' with pistols

I'm the dope, you the fiend, fuckin' right, I'm fiction

[Chorus 2X: Havoc]

Shot a nigga from frontin', I'm on the run now

Nigga try to fuck with my hustle, I'm on the run now

Used to gettin' paper, I'm touchin', I'm on the run now

Life is so good, nigga, push me, I'm on the run now

[Prodigy]

Nigga be duckin' and slidin', cuz they know we providin'

All the shots for they night, they on us, we got it

It's on us, you can put ya money back ya pocket

Keep ya chains and ya watches, this is deeper than robbing

I want your soul muthafucka, see you deep in some shit

Now you catchin' and shifts, and now I'm ready to flip

Without a thought, now we up in the whips

We play our own music, yeah, yo, we all on our dick

Got these bitches nose open, they be breezin' and fiendin'

Got her shootin' at people, mad cuz they girl leave them

They can't believe it, now my car change with the seasons

When the spring, summer, fall, the truck drop or the t-rex

I be boatin' and flying, strapped in when I'm driving

Be on the side walking off, we truly be wilding

They got billions behind 'em, still can't fuck with our rhyming

And these songs overpower, where shit they frontin'

[Chorus 2X]