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You better hang your head low, low to the ground |
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Cause we're dropping mad tracks until were feeling the sound |
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It's the rhymes and the rhythms that you're used to |
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With the one-two beats you can dance to |
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And to the people everywhere in the streets |
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Doin time in the jail ain't whatcha wanna do |
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Cause you're runnin with a gun |
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Runnin' with a gun, runnin' |
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Runnin' with a gun in his hand |
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All of a sudden |
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I sad could you believe |
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All the corruption and the anger in a society |
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With the madness that is here within us all |
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All its armies and its leaders are startin to fall |
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No you don't know, what time it is |
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Ten seconds flat said is what it will take |
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To make your move don't hesitate |
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With the eyes and the camers as that are watchin around |
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The enemy is near and you're to be found |
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Dead or alive make no mistake |
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They're gonna blow your punk ass away |
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Cause you're runnin with a gun |
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Runnin' with a gun, runnin' |
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Runnin' with a gun in his hand |
