Run For It

[Verse 1: 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 niggas scared I came I kno' some niggas out tha 'Nolia that'll ride fo' me I kno' some niggas hollin' soldier that 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 cuz you keep comin' short I might hitcha wit dat iron cuz you need ta be taught You keep showing yo teeth cuz you thank its a joke You mus thank deez bullets ain't real and you ain't gon' git smoke [Chorus: Juvenile & Lil Wayne] 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 [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I be in all black sometimes Sometimes I be jumpin' out trees in camouflage Me and Juvenile got two Ks we bout to 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 niggas Fo' I mask up and try ta kill deez niggas You don't want my stress troubles I be back in two hummers and five lex-bubbles (what!) My big brother Juvie 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 niggas on tha block started actin like a woman Tha four foot stranger in ya area bustin' Load it up and slide it in Cock it back pop it out we ridin' Look, look 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 peeeeeuuungghhh be runnin' [Chorus: Juvenile & Lil Wayne] 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 [Verse 3: Juvenile] You thank I'm playin'a somthin' lil whodie I ain't trippin' Tha beef started last week and dem niggas 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 its hapnin' either I probably be somewhere ducked off takin' a nap wit my people I'd rather see it on TV than see it in person Having my fucking' head hurtin' When dem thirties be burstin' Bet if yo beef see ya he ain't gon' wait fo' ya dog Our all gon' try to rearrange ya face fo' ya dog Second line and round dem clubs ain't no place fo ya dog Dem same niggas 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 kitin' out sho' nuff' [Chorus: Juvenile & Lil Wayne] 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 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 [Outro: Juvenile] 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