CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Fugitives on the Run
(Hook: Chuck D)
Fugitive on the run
(Interlude: Lil J & TMT)
It’s a new thang (Yeah)
TMT is the name (Yeah)
Yo, bring that sh*t, D from the motherf**kin Nickel
(Verse: Drunk D)
Damn straight, I’m from the Nickel, yeah I’m cool with the bums
Young crazy motherf**ka, att**ude real dumb
Short second off my a**, I’m getting crazy looks
And don’t regret one f**kin’ second about the lives I took
I did the sh*t because I love the trigger play
Who gives a f**k? They a**es gonna die anyway
So f**k a aggravated, I’m always mad
I got problems, you can solve them, so kiss my a**
Time to get paid, I’m loading up the f**kin ammo
This is a real motherf**ka, f**kin off the grand folks
And when I’m about running out of bullets and sh*t
You damn right, I got a clip sitting right next to my d**k, trick
Marching down the street like I’m ready for war
I never take care of my business in a goddamn car
I’m creeping like, yeah, I’m finna rob the hotel
See, life’s a chill, I’m sweating like hell
The motherf**kas spaz, time to finish my task
Grab the a** of the gun and broke the goddamn gla**
Freeze motherf**ka and don’t ya make a move
Don’t say jack sh*t unless I tell yo a** to
Open the safe and hurry up and get with it
She looked at me crazy and said, “Ain’t no money in it”
That’s bullsh*t! Imma ask ya one more time
Don’t make me unhappy, yo life’s on the line
Open the safe! (But ain’t no money in it!)
*fired shots*
Stupid a** b*t*h should’ve did it!
Broke out quick, knew damn well I wasn’t clean
Had my nuts to my d**k plus an Uzi machine
But I be damned if I ditch my sh*t
I’ll bar none police son of b*t*h
If the pigs catch up with me, we can shoot, I don’t care
I’ll be damned to get killed by an electric chair
Guess I never stop killing motherf**kas for fun
So now Drunk D is a fugitive on the run
(Hook x2)
(Interlude: Lil J & TMT )
Yeah Ghetto is his name (Mmmhmm)
Pimping hoes is his game (Mmmhmm)
You know them penitentiary boys just couldn’t hold him
(Verse: Ghetto MC)
I’m X Rated like a p***o flick
Escape from the pen, a black smart convict
Who is aggravated, I wonder if I can get even
You think I worship the devil cause I’m scheming like a demon?
Coming like a ninja, taking life real swift
Murder one is a hobby and I’m f**kin hip
I escaped from jail, ready to raise some hell
I need a bill 50 to get some wholesale
I went to rob a store for some a** quick cash
Ducked into my car and threw on the hockey mask
Went into the store with my goddamn weapon
Bust a cap in the clerk, cause the b*t*h was half steppin’
I took all their money, what is done is done
Now the Ghetto MC is a fugitive on the run
(Hook x2)
(Interlude: Lil J & TMT)
We all know size ain’t sh*t (Yeah!)
But dwarfs spray real quick (Yeah!)
The lil white boy? This motherf**ka takes no sh*t
(Verse: Bar None)
Hooked up with TMT and I’m loading my gun
I’m the crazy motherf**ka that they call Bar None
Standing four foot three, yeah I’m easy to spot
And while you’re cappin’, so is a goddamn cop
Now let me hear yo a** high cap some more
(Oh, midget motherf**ka—)
*fired shots*
Man, f**k you hoe!
Now you know I’m trigger happy with my gun
Bar None’s a f**kin’ fugitive on the run
(Interlude: Lil J & TMT)
Can I take you a lil further? (Hell, yeah!)
Here’s one bad motherf**ka (Ah, sh*t!)
Now imma give you a lil taste of my n***a
Mr. Scarface
(Verse: Scarface)
I’m back on the motherf**kin run, being hunted
Top ten, lining up in Harris County’s most wanted
??? viewing motherf**kas on a night line
Scarface f**ked up sh*t for a lifetime
Babies were suffocated, n***as getting buried
Didn’t matter who I brought it to, cause sh*t didn’t scare me
I had to get mine, didn’t really matter how I got it
Packed the motherf**kin .357 and I shot it
You say kill him, I say kill him, leaving motherf**kas broke
Like Jason, splitting heads like a motherf**kin cantaloupe
Grabbing and stabbing, word them up I have to have it
I’m a motherf**kin savage and now I’m running like a rabbit
I live my life by the gun
And Mr. Scarface is a fugitive on the run
Ah hahaha, hahahaha!
Fool!
(Hook x4)
Fugitive on the run
(Interlude: Lil J & TMT)
It’s a new thang (Yeah)
TMT is the name (Yeah)
Yo, bring that sh*t, D from the motherf**kin Nickel
(Verse: Drunk D)
Damn straight, I’m from the Nickel, yeah I’m cool with the bums
Young crazy motherf**ka, att**ude real dumb
Short second off my a**, I’m getting crazy looks
And don’t regret one f**kin’ second about the lives I took
I did the sh*t because I love the trigger play
Who gives a f**k? They a**es gonna die anyway
So f**k a aggravated, I’m always mad
I got problems, you can solve them, so kiss my a**
Time to get paid, I’m loading up the f**kin ammo
This is a real motherf**ka, f**kin off the grand folks
And when I’m about running out of bullets and sh*t
You damn right, I got a clip sitting right next to my d**k, trick
Marching down the street like I’m ready for war
I never take care of my business in a goddamn car
I’m creeping like, yeah, I’m finna rob the hotel
See, life’s a chill, I’m sweating like hell
The motherf**kas spaz, time to finish my task
Grab the a** of the gun and broke the goddamn gla**
Freeze motherf**ka and don’t ya make a move
Don’t say jack sh*t unless I tell yo a** to
Open the safe and hurry up and get with it
She looked at me crazy and said, “Ain’t no money in it”
That’s bullsh*t! Imma ask ya one more time
Don’t make me unhappy, yo life’s on the line
Open the safe! (But ain’t no money in it!)
*fired shots*
Stupid a** b*t*h should’ve did it!
Broke out quick, knew damn well I wasn’t clean
Had my nuts to my d**k plus an Uzi machine
But I be damned if I ditch my sh*t
I’ll bar none police son of b*t*h
If the pigs catch up with me, we can shoot, I don’t care
I’ll be damned to get killed by an electric chair
Guess I never stop killing motherf**kas for fun
So now Drunk D is a fugitive on the run
(Hook x2)
(Interlude: Lil J & TMT )
Yeah Ghetto is his name (Mmmhmm)
Pimping hoes is his game (Mmmhmm)
You know them penitentiary boys just couldn’t hold him
(Verse: Ghetto MC)
I’m X Rated like a p***o flick
Escape from the pen, a black smart convict
Who is aggravated, I wonder if I can get even
You think I worship the devil cause I’m scheming like a demon?
Coming like a ninja, taking life real swift
Murder one is a hobby and I’m f**kin hip
I escaped from jail, ready to raise some hell
I need a bill 50 to get some wholesale
I went to rob a store for some a** quick cash
Ducked into my car and threw on the hockey mask
Went into the store with my goddamn weapon
Bust a cap in the clerk, cause the b*t*h was half steppin’
I took all their money, what is done is done
Now the Ghetto MC is a fugitive on the run
(Hook x2)
(Interlude: Lil J & TMT)
We all know size ain’t sh*t (Yeah!)
But dwarfs spray real quick (Yeah!)
The lil white boy? This motherf**ka takes no sh*t
(Verse: Bar None)
Hooked up with TMT and I’m loading my gun
I’m the crazy motherf**ka that they call Bar None
Standing four foot three, yeah I’m easy to spot
And while you’re cappin’, so is a goddamn cop
Now let me hear yo a** high cap some more
(Oh, midget motherf**ka—)
*fired shots*
Man, f**k you hoe!
Now you know I’m trigger happy with my gun
Bar None’s a f**kin’ fugitive on the run
(Interlude: Lil J & TMT)
Can I take you a lil further? (Hell, yeah!)
Here’s one bad motherf**ka (Ah, sh*t!)
Now imma give you a lil taste of my n***a
Mr. Scarface
(Verse: Scarface)
I’m back on the motherf**kin run, being hunted
Top ten, lining up in Harris County’s most wanted
??? viewing motherf**kas on a night line
Scarface f**ked up sh*t for a lifetime
Babies were suffocated, n***as getting buried
Didn’t matter who I brought it to, cause sh*t didn’t scare me
I had to get mine, didn’t really matter how I got it
Packed the motherf**kin .357 and I shot it
You say kill him, I say kill him, leaving motherf**kas broke
Like Jason, splitting heads like a motherf**kin cantaloupe
Grabbing and stabbing, word them up I have to have it
I’m a motherf**kin savage and now I’m running like a rabbit
I live my life by the gun
And Mr. Scarface is a fugitive on the run
Ah hahaha, hahahaha!
Fool!
(Hook x4)
