Run for Your Life Lyrics
| Song | Run for Your Life |
| Artist | Group Home |
| Album | A Tear for the Ghetto |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Intro：{sample from movie} | |
| Most persons never have a chance to get into a recording studio | |
| Never get to see or hear a record being made | |
| And only experience the finished product | |
| Until now, you had no way of learning | |
| Of the anormous complexity of the recording process | |
| And this limits appreciation of music | |
| We can't hope to explain all the complexity | |
| But we hope to give you some insight | |
| For the musical forces at work | |
| And have a good time in the process | |
| Chorus 2x: lil dap | |
| Run for you life, if your life you live | |
| Live behind the gun, and this is what you get | |
| Two slugs to the head, and you're dead and gone | |
| Listen to the word, that's how word is bond | |
| {agallah} | |
| Word is on the corner of gas & the plate | |
| The don who got laced up by mistake | |
| Time flies yo we chillin at his wake | |
| Sittin up, suing down and shit feel type fake | |
| Nice '88 black is held down with the white face | |
| The way shit was going, couldn't wrote out his will | |
| Hear them be sneaking upon niggas, cuz he love to kill | |
| Met war, slouching cars, to send you bon voyage | |
| One fourth of tears pullin out from the eyes of your mom | |
| The rise of your life is on, negative or positive | |
| You trying to live right or wrong, something just got to give | |
| Even if you got a bm, it's the walk of dead, everytime you seen him | |
| Prisoners walk, always try to go for freedom | |
| Year two thou, back space, niggas delete them | |
| Praying god, everytime we eatin | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| {lil dap} | |
| My dreams to walk the streets open hearted with my peeps | |
| Sweet game upon knowledge, sometime we feel like scholars | |
| More power to devour all these fake mc's | |
| Uncle tom brought the playa hating jellin on me | |
| So we jellin to our music, cuz that's all we know | |
| Break it down to the ghetto, with that ill ass flow | |
| Walkin days or nights, business sights and fights | |
| Bodies and souls are gettin picken all night | |
| Indeed yo, in the streets this is what you see | |
| Try to speak the forth, but no one understands me | |
| Moms please listen to me, turning dust into black | |
| Running straight for my life, and there's no turning back | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| {blackadon} | |
| Yo were i'm from eny, where there at? brooklyn | |
| Got heads turning, from cali to fort ten | |
| I've been in the mix since before '86, and while you sucking dick | |
| I'm strickly gettin biz | |
| You know who it is, when you from brooklyn | |
| Every fuckin borough scared of them crook kids | |
| And don't wonder why, just please come thru | |
| With your 10 karat ice, and see what we do | |
| It ain't nuthin new, just the same old thing | |
| Will snatch your chain, invect your brain | |
| That was my frame of mind, when i think way back | |
| The only thing to say was, my name was k slack | |
| To overgate my sins, so i can be born again | |
| Still livin the brooklyn rasta farayan | |
| You listen to my words, and you will be born | |
| A life filled, a child worn | |
| Chorus 2x |
| Intro: sample from movie | |
| Most persons never have a chance to get into a recording studio | |
| Never get to see or hear a record being made | |
| And only experience the finished product | |
| Until now, you had no way of learning | |
| Of the anormous complexity of the recording process | |
| And this limits appreciation of music | |
| We can' t hope to explain all the complexity | |
| But we hope to give you some insight | |
| For the musical forces at work | |
| And have a good time in the process | |
| Chorus 2x: lil dap | |
| Run for you life, if your life you live | |
| Live behind the gun, and this is what you get | |
| Two slugs to the head, and you' re dead and gone | |
| Listen to the word, that' s how word is bond | |
| agallah | |
| Word is on the corner of gas the plate | |
| The don who got laced up by mistake | |
| Time flies yo we chillin at his wake | |
| Sittin up, suing down and shit feel type fake | |
| Nice ' 88 black is held down with the white face | |
| The way shit was going, couldn' t wrote out his will | |
| Hear them be sneaking upon niggas, cuz he love to kill | |
| Met war, slouching cars, to send you bon voyage | |
| One fourth of tears pullin out from the eyes of your mom | |
| The rise of your life is on, negative or positive | |
| You trying to live right or wrong, something just got to give | |
| Even if you got a bm, it' s the walk of dead, everytime you seen him | |
| Prisoners walk, always try to go for freedom | |
| Year two thou, back space, niggas delete them | |
| Praying god, everytime we eatin | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| lil dap | |
| My dreams to walk the streets open hearted with my peeps | |
| Sweet game upon knowledge, sometime we feel like scholars | |
| More power to devour all these fake mc' s | |
| Uncle tom brought the playa hating jellin on me | |
| So we jellin to our music, cuz that' s all we know | |
| Break it down to the ghetto, with that ill ass flow | |
| Walkin days or nights, business sights and fights | |
| Bodies and souls are gettin picken all night | |
| Indeed yo, in the streets this is what you see | |
| Try to speak the forth, but no one understands me | |
| Moms please listen to me, turning dust into black | |
| Running straight for my life, and there' s no turning back | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| blackadon | |
| Yo were i' m from eny, where there at? brooklyn | |
| Got heads turning, from cali to fort ten | |
| I' ve been in the mix since before ' 86, and while you sucking dick | |
| I' m strickly gettin biz | |
| You know who it is, when you from brooklyn | |
| Every fuckin borough scared of them crook kids | |
| And don' t wonder why, just please come thru | |
| With your 10 karat ice, and see what we do | |
| It ain' t nuthin new, just the same old thing | |
| Will snatch your chain, invect your brain | |
| That was my frame of mind, when i think way back | |
| The only thing to say was, my name was k slack | |
| To overgate my sins, so i can be born again | |
| Still livin the brooklyn rasta farayan | |
| You listen to my words, and you will be born | |
| A life filled, a child worn | |
| Chorus 2x |
| Intro: sample from movie | |
| Most persons never have a chance to get into a recording studio | |
| Never get to see or hear a record being made | |
| And only experience the finished product | |
| Until now, you had no way of learning | |
| Of the anormous complexity of the recording process | |
| And this limits appreciation of music | |
| We can' t hope to explain all the complexity | |
| But we hope to give you some insight | |
| For the musical forces at work | |
| And have a good time in the process | |
| Chorus 2x: lil dap | |
| Run for you life, if your life you live | |
| Live behind the gun, and this is what you get | |
| Two slugs to the head, and you' re dead and gone | |
| Listen to the word, that' s how word is bond | |
| agallah | |
| Word is on the corner of gas the plate | |
| The don who got laced up by mistake | |
| Time flies yo we chillin at his wake | |
| Sittin up, suing down and shit feel type fake | |
| Nice ' 88 black is held down with the white face | |
| The way shit was going, couldn' t wrote out his will | |
| Hear them be sneaking upon niggas, cuz he love to kill | |
| Met war, slouching cars, to send you bon voyage | |
| One fourth of tears pullin out from the eyes of your mom | |
| The rise of your life is on, negative or positive | |
| You trying to live right or wrong, something just got to give | |
| Even if you got a bm, it' s the walk of dead, everytime you seen him | |
| Prisoners walk, always try to go for freedom | |
| Year two thou, back space, niggas delete them | |
| Praying god, everytime we eatin | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| lil dap | |
| My dreams to walk the streets open hearted with my peeps | |
| Sweet game upon knowledge, sometime we feel like scholars | |
| More power to devour all these fake mc' s | |
| Uncle tom brought the playa hating jellin on me | |
| So we jellin to our music, cuz that' s all we know | |
| Break it down to the ghetto, with that ill ass flow | |
| Walkin days or nights, business sights and fights | |
| Bodies and souls are gettin picken all night | |
| Indeed yo, in the streets this is what you see | |
| Try to speak the forth, but no one understands me | |
| Moms please listen to me, turning dust into black | |
| Running straight for my life, and there' s no turning back | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| blackadon | |
| Yo were i' m from eny, where there at? brooklyn | |
| Got heads turning, from cali to fort ten | |
| I' ve been in the mix since before ' 86, and while you sucking dick | |
| I' m strickly gettin biz | |
| You know who it is, when you from brooklyn | |
| Every fuckin borough scared of them crook kids | |
| And don' t wonder why, just please come thru | |
| With your 10 karat ice, and see what we do | |
| It ain' t nuthin new, just the same old thing | |
| Will snatch your chain, invect your brain | |
| That was my frame of mind, when i think way back | |
| The only thing to say was, my name was k slack | |
| To overgate my sins, so i can be born again | |
| Still livin the brooklyn rasta farayan | |
| You listen to my words, and you will be born | |
| A life filled, a child worn | |
| Chorus 2x |
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