Текст песни Pooh-Man - Run Nigga Run
Pooh-Man - Run Nigga Run слова песни
A lot of my Eastside partners are dyin` fast And it ain`t for natural causes, fool, they catchin` a blastTim, Yogi, Bruce and Jamespick up the newspaper, fool, and it`s all familiar namesBrothas i grew up with and do up withPartners killin` partners, man, that`s the cold shitGots me spooked to hang with the fellasCause you never know when the nextman`s gettin` jealousCause I`ve seen some cold shit:Brothas gettin` killed over the words of a bitchNow tell me what that be like, playerBut in the Oaktown ain`t no rules, niggaEverything`s fair, hah!And the main fact is a bulletHe`s got his finger on the triggaAnd he`ll damn sure pull itThis defines ghetto mentality, right?But it all so got a player runnin` for his life...I walked to my homie`s funeral last weekTears rolled down his mama`s cheekAnd it made me think: I never tripped when i was gunnin` and funnin`But the things i did in past got me duckin`, dodgin, runnin`And it ain`t that i`m scared but if a fool starts to blastin`It ain`t like I`m gonna stand thereSee, moms allready lost my brothaSo I keeps my vest on when I roam in the gutterBut we droppin` like fliesWhat`s goin` on the Eastside can`t be deniedRemember when we used to box?But nowadays we grabbin` A.K.`sAnd be bringin` down the whole blockAnd little kids gettin` gaught up in the crossfireBefore he reaches a teens he`s expired12 years old and it`s a damn shameLayin` in the middle of the nearest lane, hah!And it brings tears to my eyes, damn!We got`em runnin` for their lifes...Another mother`s tears on the cheeksSeems like another brotha got beated by these Eastside streetsHe fell victim to a drive-by And I find myself askin` why?Was he part of the game claimin` red or blue?Or was is just a time to him to pay for things he doHe probably killed another brothaDon`t act like you`re shockedCause that`s the way of the gutterHe was the baller callin` major shotsHe slipped one too many times so he got droppedAnd ain`t nobody untouchable, foolBefore the phony starts everything`s cool, hah!But once it`s on it`s goin` downDrive-by’s sparkin` up the whole fuckin` townDeathtomb 17 over the weekendStrapped with my vest in the funerals of my friendsCause they droppin` like fliesStayin` alive you can`t do shit but tryCause the brothas slippin` to the leftAnd the name of the game ain`t shit but deathBecause the way we live, hah!They got us runnin` for our lives...