Toto - On The Run lyrics

[puff daddy]

Mmmmmmmmm-hmm

See.. {*echoes*}

I told you.. {*echoes*}

[puff] see, I told y’all muh’fuckers

[big] yo yo.. that stupid nigga man

[puff] i told y’all to stop!

[big] he fucked up, yo..

[puff] i pray for you to stop

[big] yo, yo yo yo, yo.. yo.. yo..

Yo, yo yo yo, yo..

[puff] but no, you didn’t stop

[big] yo.. yo..

[puff] and now, we won’t stop

Chorus: sung by notorious b.i.g. (repeat 2x)

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss.. yo’.. ass.. goodnight

[notorious b.i.g.]

I make yo’ mouthpiece obese like della reese

When I release, you loose teeth like lil’ cease

Nigga please, blood floods yo’ dungarees

And that’s just the half on my warpath

Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater

Than the average playa hater, and spectators

Buy my cd twice; they see me in the streets

They be like, yo he nice, but that’s on the low doe

Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show

I pull out fo’-fo’s, and go up in they clothes

Short-change niggaz, snort-caine niggaz

Extortion came quicker, bought the range nigga

Ya still tickle me, I used to be as strong as ripple be

Til lil’ cease crippled me

Now I play hard, like my girls nipples be

The game sour like like a pickle be, y’all know da rules

Move from bk to new jeruz -- thinkin bout

All the planes we flew, bitches, we ran through

Now the year’s new, I lay my game flat

I want my spot back, take two

Motherfuckers mad cause I blew, niggaz envious

Too many niggaz on my dick, shit strenuous

When my men bust, you just move wit such stamina

Slugs missed ya, I ain’t mad at cha (we ain’t mad at cha)

Blood rushin, concussions, ain’t nothin

Catch cases, come out frontin, smokin somethin

Sippin white russians, bitch in the benz bumpin

I laced it wit the basic, six tv’s a system

Knockin mase shit, face it, we hard to hit

Guard ya shit, ’fore I stick you, for your re-up

Wipe the pee up, mixed shots, woke your seed up

Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up, long kiss

Chorus 2x

{puff daddy - speaking over chorus}

Now.. we don’t give a fuck..

We just absolutely.. don’t give a fuck..

Because.. there ain’t no motherfuckin love here..

There ain’t no love here..

You know, we.. we just gon’ keep doin what we do

We gon’ keep fuckin you up..

And i’ma keep stompin your motherfuckin head in

You fuckin bitch, c’mon!!

{last line overlaps biggie’s next verse}

[notorious b.i.g.]

Uhh.. I’m flamin gats, aimin at, these fuckin

Maniacs, put my name in raps, what part the

Game is that? like they hustle backwards

I smoke blackwoods and dutchies, ya can’t touch me

Try to rush me, slugs go, touchy-touchy

You’re bleedin lovely, wit’chyo, spirit above me

Or beneath me, your whole life you live sneaky

Now you rest eternally, sleepy, you burn when you creep me

Rest where the worms and the weak be

My nine flies, baptize, rap guys

With the holy ghost, I put holes in most

You hold your toast shaky, slippin tryin to break me

Look what you made me do, brains blew

My team in the marine-blue, six coupe

Skied it out, weeded out, cleanin out -- the block

For distances, givin long kisses bitch

Chorus 2x

{puff daddy - speaking over chorus}

All we have to do now.. is say a prayer for you.. y’know?

That’s all we have to do, just to pray for your mind.. cause..

Eheh, see your mind got control of your heart..

When it’s supposed to be the other way around

Your heart’s supposed to got control of your mind..

So now, I have no feelings for you

You have made me cold..

{last line overlaps biggie’s next verse}

[notorious b.i.g.]

Frank white the menacin, chron chron’s the medicine

I got the lettuce and, you turn green like cucumber skin

Got the new, hummer in the summer when I was a new comer

Then, drugs and mac-10’s

Hugs from fake friends, make ends they hate you

Be broke -- girls won’t date you

That’s why I relate to, choke yo’ ass out til your face blue

Make you, open the safe too

No matter how you call it (how you call it)

This brolic, alcoholic .. {*biggie’s chorus fades in*}

Like his weed green’d out, like his brick solid

Distribute to, kids who, take heart like valentine

Drink ballentine, all the time

Slugs hit your chest tap you spine, flatline

Heard through the grapevine, you got fucked fo’ times

Damn that three to nine, fucked you up for real doe

Sling steal slow, as for remorse, we feel no

Chorus 3x

{puff daddy - speaking over chorus}

See the fucked up thing is that I love you..

Yaknahmsayin?

It’s just in my nature to love you..

I can’t hate you.. cause it’s not in my nature to hate you..

You know, I don’t know..

Maybe.. I’m a different type of individual..

But.. you have me on the line..

And there’s a thin line between love and hate

And God forbid I cross that line..

Cause y’all not gonna give a fuck

I’m tellin you right, motherfuckin, now!!

The shit, y’all done started, is never gonna stop!!!

We are never gonna stop!!!

And we not talkin bout.. no other rappers..

We talkin bout you motherfucker

You know, who I’m talkin to..

We comin for you..

We comin for you.. ehehehehheh

The shit’s gon’ feel so good..

I’m gon’ make you love me baby {*echoes*}