(juvenile)   I be comin' up wit da glock toy   You can stop boy   You ain't heard I'm off tha block boy   Chipp-pedy chop boy   Off in ya cut is where I'm layin   Ready fo' sprayin'   Soon as I see yo face and hand   I ain't wit dat playin'   My daddy showed me how to play it in a situation   My daddy tol' me I ain't shit wit outta occupation   So I played the game   Bust yo head if you said my name   I had some of deez niggaz scared I came   I kno' some niggaaz out tha (mag)nolia that'll ride fo' me   I kno' some niggaz hollin' solja dat a die fo' me   T.c., l.t., magnolia and six   Oh you want some of dat fire dope you can score in da bricks   You disrespectin' my mind 'cause you keep comin' short   I might hitcha wit dat iron 'cause you need ta be taught   You keep showing yo teeth 'cause you thank it's a joke   You mus thank deez bullets ain't real and you ain't gon git smoke      (chorus)   Now if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gotta gun   You betta run for it, run for it, run   And if ya too deep in some beef and dem boyz bout ta come   You betta run for it, run for it, run   If ya ain't gotta strap but cho enemy got one   You betta run for it, run for it, run   And if you git into it wit a cash money brotha   You betta run for it, run for it, run      (lil wayne)   I be in all black sometimes   Sometimes I be jumpin out trees in camouflage   Me and juvenile got two keys we bout ta ride   Dem boyz playin wit da u.p.t. well dey gots to die   Man it's that deep   It's a tragedy   That you can test me   Heard I run in houses don't put it past me   Hell look boy you betta tell deez niggaz   Fo' I mask up and try ta kill deez niggaz   You'ont' want my stress troubles   I be back in 2 hummers and 5 lex-bubbles   Wa my big brother juvy   Tol' me not to eva letta nigga screw me   Tol' me if I eva did he would do me   Gave me two guns and sent me round dey shootin'   And then they start runnin'   Hardest niggaz on tha block started actin like a woman   Tha 4-foot stranger in ya area bustin'   Load it up and slide it in   Cock it back pop it out we ridin   ? ? ? ? I'll run in a busta spot   I'll sit on a busta porch   I'll sleep on a busta block   Apply five and then let go   !bang! lil' cowards keep playin, get hurt   Motha-flirk see i'ont' curse   But'll wet up yo shirt   Look all my enemy's see me comin   All my enemy's peeeeeeeeeuuuunggggggghhhhh be runnin'      (chorus)      (juvenile)   You thank I'm playin-a somthin lil woo dey' I ain't trippin'   Tha beef started last week and dem niggaz still be hittin'   Two children got killed and a ol' lady got hit   Look I'm bout ta git tha fuck 'cause I ain' got no time fo' dis shit   Now you can be comin' through   And runnin to a gun if you feel   That they ain't gon' do you shit 'cause ya real   I'ont' wanna be witcha when it's hapning either   I probally be some where ducked off takin a nap wit my people   I'd rather see it on t.v. than see it in person   Having my fucking' head hurtin'   When dem 30's be burstin'   Bet if yo beef see ya he ain't gon wait fo' ya dog   Our all gon' try to rearrange ja face fo' ya dog   2nd line and round dem clubs ain't no place fo ya dog   Dem same niggaz you come up wit playa-hatin ya dog   I see em comin wit choppers and I know they gon' bust   Lil' wayne hol' up   We kiting out sho' nuff'      (chorus) 2x      Run for it   Ya betta run for it, run for it   Ya betta run for it, run for it   Go git cha gun for it      Ya betta run for it, run for it, run   Run for it, run for it, run, run for it   Run for it, run, run for it, run for it, run   Get cha gun for it , gun for it, gun   Get cha gun for it gun for it