On the Run - M-Seven

On the Run - M-Seven
Go head big baby
Soulja slims in this motha***er with da hound from girttown
And c motha***in murder
Know what
Im saying for the 19 9nickel and three motha***ing pennies
Shits getting real
Its the glock born shooter so respect him dont neglect him
But check him, quick to blast bullets off in your intersection
You better ask some ***ing body bout soulja slim I murdered them
And I keep it ***ed at all times come look at him
Im inviting you to danger
You best to be a banger
One that dont miss Im tru to this i ve been raised
Blues an sh*t I trained myself for combatbust back as I react
On every attack so niggaz keep your mouths closed
And eyes open
My trigger finger itching to be stroking
Praying and hoping
One of you niggaz build yall nuts up to come try me
Last ni**a done it bloody body
Him couldnt get by me, why me
A soldier that has a backround of murders and robbery
That sh*t that used to be my hobby
Never do it sloppy, make the job well done
Get rid of the murder weapon get a new gun
Im on the run
Im on the run, so all you *** niggaz leave me alone
Im on the run, ducking 2 shots to the dome
It aint no limit to the motha***ing ***es we ***
My tank niggaz bout to make the world blow up
We get rowdy in the club, so show me some love
Its been 2 years since I possessed some ***
Ni**a hard times is a thing of the past
Give me 2 keys and Im gone give you back cash
Im a hustle til Im dead, ball til I fall
I wont rest til they put my name on the wall
Tru niggaz gone ride, playa haters gone die
Cause after dollars and cents only the strong survive
With bulletproof hummers and multiple pistols
With solid gold tanks and multiple missles
Ima bust until I cant bust no more
The magnolia, girttown with the calliope
Ima no limit soldier they be some soidier too
I represent them killers cause they in my crew
I just hit the streets with my beer
Them niggaz know what time it is
Clear up the streets ***es put away your kids
Sh*t Im going out like a gangsta did
Motha***ers gotta get it how ya live
Sh*t were you niggas was were you niggaz here
Take a short vacation and niggaz struck fear
*** Im bout to break it down to the nitty gritty
Ni**a act shitty ima bring em back to the days of nitty
Give me a bud, pop the lid take a swig
Give me the other bud, roll a spliff take a hit
I gotta leave em how I left em down and out
Running about, happy more than a smith n wesson
I took my pistol I struck it to the ground
I want something go buck about a 100 ***ing rounds
Plus I want the poi and ***ing furl
Im a broke off that 11500 *** that girl
Sh*t give me the wig watch me spilt it dig
Too many niggaz aint pretty but this ni**a is
I got to do em like my cousin dave do
Den we tap dem lights motha***a hey you
Catch the ground up the sh*t ima pistol whip
I be around *** dont let me catch a ni**a slip