better days. Ron Banks. Might sound strange, but I just can't run away. I can't run, run, it might sound strange. but I just can't run away. I can't run, no, run away. WC. Touch a meal ticket, shake
*car speeds off*. Verse One WC. *police sirens throughout song*. Last man standin', I'm shot. But I can't fear bleedin'. My nigga's face down, stretched out, no longer breathin'. I'm speedin
I can't take it no more. * you niggas. * you bitches. * this rap *. Nigga don't ask me for *. I'm sick of all the cameras. * all you scavengers. Punk ass record labels
the front of my draws, man my bitch was real. 'cause she never stole nothin. Gaffled by the FED's 3 4 times and never told nothin. But wait. My bitch is gettin distant on me. No more back rubs and
. WC. Testin testin, broadcastin live. All day unleaded'll go fo' forty-nine. No garbage no cut, just the bomb pow-wow. Gots to get my hands on that new body style. Floss all you nigga, toss liquor
