Текст песни Spice 1 - Doncha Runaway
Spice 1 - Doncha Runaway слова песни
(Verse 1):Now don`t you run away from my GlockYou can`t dodge 17 muthafuckin` shotsCould somebody pass me a clip and a triggerWalk across the party pistol whip a niggaShiiit, I`m comin` up at `em with the .9`s the Glocks and MacsAnd they`ll never breathe again like Toni BraxtonCause I don`t see nothing wrooong with a little brotha jackSo say "what up?" to the 187 FAC Nappy head ass muthafuckas wearin` platsKickin` back like a muthafucka slangin` sexReady to peel a nigga cap if they got the napSo if you`re funkin` with the FACBetter to stay strappedCause we`ll be comin` up at your back with the black GatNigga, and you be feelin` kinda fucked upWhen your homie dropped, it`s simpleYou can`t run away from my Glock(Chorus): 2xDoncha runawayFrom my NineThere`s no place to hideI`m gonna get you by and by(Verse 2):Spiggedy One kickin` dat ass with some lay back shitThe trigga-happy nigga, I figureNiggas won`t wanna step to me If they know I`ll be bustin` capsI roll straps niggas take napsCause I don`t be fuckin` around When it comes to bustin` that steelI`m too real, niggas feeel meWhen I kick this gangsta ass shit that you never heardBut fuck what you`ve heard I smokes niggas like HerbPut your ass smooth on iceSo nigga don`t be 2 proud to begFor your muthafuckin` lifeCause Nine Kelly I`ma make `em stutterMake `em drop, nigga You can`t run away from my Glock(Chorus): 2x(Verse 3):Comin` like the Lench Mobb swingin` on the vine Bailin` out peace to my muthafuckin` NinePullin` my cap back ready to serve they assGivin` a fuck about what the next nigga done up in the pastNigga, I like to let a nigga have a bloody bodyDon`t think I`m bad, no box and no karateJust a big fat Gat for them suckasI ain`t scared to you muthafuckasShiiit, and nigga that`s how it be"rollin` with my muthafuckin` strap on the side of me"So don`t come at me with that shit`Bout you gon gaffle me upI cock your cranium like the muthafuckin` [?], niggaSo keep your hand on your pistol gripBullets whistlin` and shit Feel like a fuckin` missle when they hitAnd I advice you to stay on the lurkCause if you funkin` with my niggas You gon put in some work, nigga(Chorus): 2x(Outro):Yeah nigga You knew you couldn`t fuck wid this GWould you wanna step to meFault, hoe, hahaSpiggedy One whippin` on that assAnt Banks in the muthafuckin` houseMy nigga OmarMy nigga knocced out muthafucka drunk and shitThis nigga Jamar lay down the muthafuckin` studioDrunk in tha muthafuckaYou know what I`m sayin`But you know one thingEverybody in this muthafucka`s strappedYou know what I`m sayin`And nobody comin` up shortSo don`t try to run away from my GlockCan`t dodge 17 muthafuckin` shots187 thousand G