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Juice - Run 4 Ya Life lyrics
(run for your life)
 Ha ha
 (save ya'self)
 Chicago is in this motherfucker tonight
 That's my word
 I suggest niggaz (run for your life)
 And try'ta (save ya'self)
 Fa'sho (aint no running from me)
 Swear before God these niggaz don't want none
 (I do)
 Hit it God
 [verse1]
 My niggaz is high, my niggaz is living and die
 We did it in Chi, see my whole city, we ride
 And hoes say "He got the prettiest eyes"
 Until they see them turn pitch black when death is what I visualize
 And all those who attempt to go against my rise
 Better be gunning with a click as demented as mine
 Cause one of us 'a leave and, one of us will stay and
 One of us will breathe but, one of us will lay in
 I'm feeling just as nutty as fuck, living it up
 I swear to God I'll leave these niggaz bloody as fuck
 I got a passion for putting my foot on the gas, mashing
 Blasting on whatever niggaz will be or have been
 Feel me laughing, fuck what you talking about
 It's like hop-scotch, I rather just be chalking you out
 Bitch niggaz need to carry a purse, I rather bury ya' first
 Iceberg slim, America's worst
 [hook]
 (run for your life)
 I suggest motherfuckers try ta' (save ya'self)
 It's major wealth
 I don't really care or give a fuck about who know you
 And if I gotta go, you go too
 Now make a move nigga
 (run for your life)
 You motherfuckers need ta' (save ya'self)
 You dun played yourself
 Niggaz wanna act like they I'll and higher then God
 Til they come against the firing squad
 Checkmate
 [verse2]
 I suggest women and kids take cover when my adrenaline spit
 I'll leave you laying on a tenement brick
 Ready to paint the curb red, niggaz bleeding
 Just give me a reason, cause some punk niggaz deserve lead
 Hit them with a whole clip, making your soul drip
 Show his ass exactly how cold cold can get
 Four-Fours'll spit, flows is so sick
 Po-pos'll get hit, white roses, that's it
 I think it's about time niggaz get out-lined (lined)
 Suits are getting fitted, the sun will not shine (shine)
 Slugs through your spine (that's right)
 Your life is like a new Benz and I'm about to start jacking niggaz blind
 What you aint heard? This is murder by design
 For any motherfucker whispering about mine (about mine)
 And I'm J-U calico, I let these niggaz knowJuice - Run 4 Ya Life - http://motolyrics.com/juice/run-4-ya-life-lyrics.html
 I bring drama from the door nigga
 [hook]
 (run for your life)
 I suggest niggaz try ta' (save ya'self)
 It's major wealth
 I don't really care or give a fuck about who know you
 And if I gotta go, you go too
 Now make a move nigga
 (run for your life)
 Gun and a knife, you need to (save ya'self)
 You dun played yourself
 All these punk niggaz wanna act like they higher then God
 Til they come against the firing squad
 Checkmate
 [verse3]
 It don't matter if I'm rapping or not, I'm still packing the hot
 Seventeen shot'll mack in the glock
 I'll leave these niggaz backless, spineless, brainless
 Nines is, stainless, crimes is, heinous
 I'll do it execution style, J'll make it painless
 My guns have names but bullets remain nameless
 Pulling the thang flagrant, the third rail'll face them
 You can go to Hell facing 'empty shell casings
 Tell Jason "Hi," kiss your life goodbye
 Damn shame she's widow cause your wife is fly
 But now your whole soul well it belongs to Chi
 What tha fuck?! Niggaz think they too strong to die
 Fucking with J, I'll lift motherfuckers up up and away
 Everytime a niggaz tucking a tray
 It's like rock paper scissors nigga, gun and a knife
 If you like fresh air, I suggest niggaz run for their life
 [hook]
 (run for your life)
 I suggest you punk niggaz try ta' (save ya'self)
 Major wealth
 Niggaz wanna front, I don't care about who know you
 Cause if I gotta go, you go too
 Now make a move nigga
 (run for your life)
 Gun and a knife, you need to (save ya'self)
 You dun played yourself
 Every rap nigga wanna act like they higher then God
 Til they come against the firing squad
 Checkmate nigga
 (run for your life)
 I suggest niggaz try ta' (save ya'self)
 I don't care about all your little street plugs
 I don't care who know you
 But if I gotta go, you go too
 Now make a move nigga
 (run for your life)
 Gun and a knife, you need ta' (save ya'self)
 You dun played yourself
 Every rap nigga wanna act like they higher then God
 Til they meet the damn firing squad
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