Letra Run for your life Clipping

Run for your life

Way too Hollywood to be in Hollywood
(Shh)
You done did it now
Heard the dope was good and well, a hood's a hood, fuck
(Shh)
You gone get it now
They said she gone get you, right
They said she got all the juice
They said keep her happy though or she'd be coming after you
But shit you get invincible when you get high
And them sticky fingers never stopped to wonder why
So now you sprinting by that fish market
Trying to make it to
Some of the blood in the ears is drumming
The heart is a cable jumper
The brain is flipping the language
The lungs are probably toast
But everybody who ever stopped running is now a ghost
You ain't seen them headlights in a minute so it might be cool
Night is falling gently and there ain't no one in sight for you
Stop tripping, stop tripping, stop tripping
But don't stop moving, ho
Not giving the visions a minute to make a move, let's go
Ho, get it right
Get out of sight
She on the street
Run for your life
Don't you know that she ain't afraid to shoot?
(You ain't scared, is you?)
You fucked up and she coming for you
Ho, get it right
Get out of sight
She on the street
Run for your life
Don't you know that she cut you for fun
(You ain't scared, is you?)
If she coming for you, better run
(You ain't scared, is you?)

Turned into an alley quick
Just a wall that's made of brick
With a dirty mattress leaning up against, it smell like piss
Big green dumpster to the right
Color rusted, look like wine
Lid is heavy, but it's creaking open
That'll do just fine
Bags of trash with [?] stick out
Coffee grounds are spilling down
Duck and slam, the lid close, damn
That metal echo hella loud
Quiet, sit the plastic swish with every tiny move or twitch
Liquid all across the bottom
Probably bout a quarter inch
Shiver all up in the bones
A body feeling crazy
Face is streaked with tears and dirt
The vision going hazy
Fuck it, it's too dark to see
Cannot cry and can't be weak
It's a code of honor
Gotta keep it gangster in the streets
OG, OG, OG, OG, OG, OG, oh Jesus
Slap that Koopsta all day so you knew just how this would be
This the devil's playground, ain't for play
But you was born into it
Not far in the distance creeping up is that underground music

Ho, get it right
Get out of sight
She on the street
Run for your life
Don't you know that she ain't afraid to shoot?
(You ain't scared, is you?)
You fucked up and she coming for you
Ho, get it right
Get out of sight
She on the street
Run for your life
Don't you know that she cut you for fun
(You ain't scared, is you?)
If she coming for you, better run
(You ain't scared, is you?)

It's La Chat, the killer, the murderer, the bitch they love to hate
Hell you tried to run but I caught you you know it's no escape
[?]
Throw your garbage ass in the dumpster and now shit on your grave
[?] them sober bitches to blood
I'm cutting your body up
Never know your name, your remains is scattered through the mud
Yeah they should have warned you, La Chat, bitch
Man, she don't give a fuck
Put you in the ground and relapse
Gone dig your ass back up
[?], you haters gotta die
[?], a bipolar bitch
[?]
Drama queen, I'm bringing this drama
Don't fuck with me, I'll hunt you
Cut you up like meat, take your kids, a very tasty luncheon
Body you bitches for fun
Punch a big hole through your lungs
Cut out your motherfucking tongue
[?]
Boostin' up the murder rate
Hannibal Lecter your face
Chainsawed your rib cage
Another missing persons case, ho

Ho, get it right
Get out of sight
She on the street
Run for your life
Don't you know that she ain't afraid to shoot?
(You ain't scared, is you?)
You fucked up and she coming for you
Ho, get it right
Get out of sight
She on the street
Run for your life
Don't you know that she cut you for fun
(You ain't scared, is you?)
If she coming for you, better run
(You ain't scared, is you?)