You A place of sweet escape I fell into A familiar taste that You have made Inside this refuge I can't create All back to You A place of sweet escape
You A place of sweet escape I fell into A familiar taste that You have made inside this refuge I can't create All back to You A place of sweet escape
Translation: Run Kid Run. My Sweet Escape.
to You A place of sweet escape I fell into A familiar taste that You have made inside this refuge I can't create All back to You A place of sweet escape
of me, infamy, my destiny While cat burglars tryin' to sneak peep the recipe Inside my rap cookbook, paragraphs is gourmet You pay about 5,000 a plate No doubt kid
the dun Run! If you pack a nice size gun Run! If you want to still have fun Run! Be the fuck out word God run hard Motherfucker Run motherfucker run
an' true Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin' Tell your story walkin' Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run
& killa sin Yo. smell that gun powder in the air? Yo. I smell it, kid. Shit is like this everyday when I wake up. We do this shit all time, kid. It
ice cube's "jacking for beats" (jigga my nigga-jay-z) Sticky What's my muthafuckin' name Fingaz And who I'm rollin' wit All my killas Uh uh
a G The phone screen appears "El Grand" This's my name! This's my game! Now is the page C Cadence go out with me? (me!) Love the time of kid Notes the
and true Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rise Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talking Tell your story walking Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run
my ambitious brother pours some poison in my ear. And before my body's even cold he's wearin' my pajamas, Layin' up in my bed with my crown on his head
my mind, I'm never gonna see my prime I'm getting mine's, by, any, means, necessary Karma, they're my adversaries Is it imaginary or just as scary That
of me, infamy, my destiny While cat burg-lars tryin to sneak peep the recipe Inside my rap cookbook, paragraphs is gourmet You pay about $5,000 a plate [Havoc] No doubt kid
and true Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin Tell your story walkin Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run
