Runnin

[Produced by Nascent] [Verse 1: G Count] Yeah, yeah, but like Bump said nothing to lose, everything to gain With that said I mask up and hit another stain I claim Almighty Black P Stone Nation All Well, was blessed in by the Moes down in Bones basement A sworn statement with paperwork to verify all them rats coming home And gangstas doing Fed time, life with no parole 23-1, they bidding from the hole never get to see the sun My rap he need a bond, but the judge denied it Fuck harassing a witness, nigga we resort to violence lights Flying out them pipes like a ultra violet The stick up man rob your land like a fuckin pirate They cuff me in a lineup homicide police Always want to snatch me up and put the body on me Try to integrate me I tell them “I ain't killed nobody officer, at least not lately” [Hook: G Count] You gotta be prepared when you go to war You kill one of mine we wackin four of yours A tooth for a tooth, eye for an eye It either me or you, somebody gotta die Live by the gun die by the gun You want to go to war you picked the right one I live by the gun, die by the gun I know karma coming for me so I’m on the run [Verse 2: G Count] He got shot in his back exit outta his chest During war time he usually have on his vest As he gasping for breath “like am I going to heaven?” I told him that’s a question you should be asking yourself Let me fasten my belt with this mack on my waist Getting dressed for work sliding this mask on my face Gotta act like a serpent in the grass with the snakes So after the murder I toss the strap in the lake Remember back in the day, serving crack thru the gate No furniture in the trap we sat on the mattress and crates They coming back for a raid wipe down the counter tops Flush them down the toilet, put the bullets in the flower pots I’ll air out your block yeah I keep chrome Nigga cross me get lemon squeezed on I ain't gon’ last in the streets long My teacher asked me what I wanted to be I said a G for the P Stones [Hook: G Count] You gotta be prepared when you go to war You kill one of mine we wackin four of yours A tooth for a tooth, eye for an eye It either me or you, somebody gotta die Live by the gun die by the gun You want to go to war you picked the right one I live by the gun, die by the gun I know karma coming for me so I’m on the run