Doncha Runaway Lyrics by Spice 1

Doncha Runaway Lyrics

    (verse 1):
    Now don't you run away from my glock
    You can't dodge 17 muthafuckin' shots
    Could somebody pass me a clip and a trigger
    Walk across the party pistol whip a nigga
    Shiiit,
    I'm comin' up at 'em with the .9's the glocks and macs
    And they'll never breathe again like toni braxton
    Cause i don't see nothing wrooong with a little brotha jack
    So say "what up?" to the 187 fac
    Nappy head ass muthafuckas wearin' plats
    Kickin' back like a muthafucka slangin' sex
    Ready to peel a nigga cap if they got the nap
    So if you're funkin' with the fac
    Better to stay strapped
    Cause we'll be comin' up at your back with the black gat
    Nigga, and you be feelin' kinda fucked up
    When your homie dropped, it's simple
    You can't run away from my glock

    (chorus): 2x
    Doncha runaway
    From my nine
    There's no place to hide
    I'm gonna get you by and by

    (verse 2):
    Spiggedy one kickin' dat ass with some lay back shit
    The trigga-happy nigga, i figure
    Niggas won't wanna step to me
    If they know i'll be bustin' caps
    I roll straps niggas take naps
    Cause i don't be fuckin' around
    When it comes to bustin' that steel
    I'm too real, niggas feeel me
    When i kick this gangsta ass shit that you never heard
    But fuck what you've heard
    I smokes niggas like herb
    Put your ass smooth on ice
    So nigga don't be 2 proud to beg
    For your muthafuckin' life
    Cause nine kelly i'ma make 'em stutter
    Make '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' nine
    Pullin' my cap back ready to serve they ass
    Givin' a fuck about what the next nigga done up in the past
    Nigga, i like to let a nigga have a bloody body
    Don't think i'm bad, no box and no karate
    Just a big fat gat for them suckas
    I ain't scared to you muthafuckas
    Shiiit, 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 up
    I cock your cranium like the muthafuckin' [?], nigga
    So keep your hand on your pistol grip
    Bullets whistlin' and shit
    Feel like a fuckin' missle when they hit
    And i advice you to stay on the lurk
    Cause 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 g
    Would you wanna step to me
    Fault, hoe, haha
    Spiggedy one whippin' on that ass
    Ant banks in the muthafuckin' house
    My nigga omar
    My nigga knocced out muthafucka drunk and shit
    This nigga jamar lay down the muthafuckin' studio
    Drunk in tha muthafucka
    You know what i'm sayin'
    But you know one thing
    Everybody in this muthafucka's strapped
    You know what i'm sayin'
    And nobody comin' up short
    So don't try to run away from my glock
    Can't dodge 17 muthafuckin' shots
    187 thousand g

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