Run Away Slaves Lyrics by Tru

Run Away Slaves Lyrics


    [voice in background]
    Look at the little porch monkeys, fuckin jiggaboo

    [master p talking]
    My ancestor kunta kinte said
    We come over to this bitch, smiling on a banana boat
    (and they fucked our bitches and raped them)
    They never told us what the fuck we came over here for
    (call us jiggaboos)
    And did deals with the indians
    (wild coyotes)
    Ain't no fuckin body ever did no deals with no black folks

    [chorus] x 4
    We run away slaves
    (run nigga run)
    They say we free then put guns to our head

    [master p]
    Now the cops try to arrest me and these bitches wanna test me
    My ??? scream p don't let the master get the best of me
    The game got me crazy, i'm fucked up i can't sleep
    They put dope on boats and planes and did deals with the enemy
    That's us, some say in god we fuckin trust
    The slavery's fuckin over but the world is messed up
    Black on black crime, either you poor or you blind
    Life is a welfare line and the homies they doin time
    Some niggas they switch for a lighter sentence or they switch
    The ghetto is a bitch, niggas live to get rich
    Then they slam my fuckin dreams like b-ball
    Killin chickens and pigs, just to feed the white hogs
    No houses, no meals, no seven acres
    Put us in the projects put us on dope and playa hate us
    Now lady heroin steady gettin money
    Ms. cocoa leaf and weed, damn they gettin blunted
    And my homies steady dyin, mothers steady cryin
    I'm walkin the straight line keepin my people off the grind
    Probation and parole, niggaz in four doors
    This ain't for the radio but you run away poor folks

    [chorus] x 4

    [master p talking]
    For all the muthafuckin runaways out there
    I mean all us niggas that been incarcerated by technology
    By life, by the judicial system, (run nigga run)
    By the white folks or even the black folks that think they white
    (even the haters)
    Martin luther king was a run away slave
    Jesse jackson a run away slave
    Malcom x, he was a run away slave
    Mohammed, run away slave
    Farrakhan, run away slave
    Muthafuckin no limit, we run away's (me master p)
    From the whole record industry
    Cause we ain't bout havin 15 percent (i'm a runaway nigga)
    We bout havin 100 (i'm about my paper)
    We bout teachin other niggas how to get theirs
    Cause we gon get ours (you got to)
    Y'all get yours, stop hatin
    Break away nigga (the media)
    The chains is still there (y'all can't stop us)
    And this mothafuckin black on black crime (yeah nigga)
    It gotta stop (yeah nigga)
    Run away slaves
    That's just what they want us to do (but we gon go to college)
    Nigga be all you can be if you a soldier
    (we gon be doctors, we gon bepresident)
    No limit army nigga (no limit motha fuckin sports)
    (we gon be rap stars)
    We run away slaves nigga (maurice collins)
    Takin over, we bringin our mothafuckin athletes home
    (leland hardy, runaway slave boy)
    And we keepin it real, we keepin it treal
    (sylvester scott, edward hawkins)
    No limit, run away slaves (lawyers, politicians)
    That's what we bout, keepin it treal, politickin nigga
    (that's what i'm talkin bout)
    Black publications (doin what we gotta do)
    No more probation and parole (no more hoes)
    Colored folks stickin together nigga
    (i got the car door open nigga get in)

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