Run For Your Life

Way too Hollywood to be in Hollywood (shh)
You done did it now
Heard the dope was good and, well, a hood's a hood, fuck 
(shh)
You gon' get it now
They said she gon' get you, right? They said she got all 
the juice
They said keep her happy though or she'd be coming after 
you
But shit, you get invincible when you get high
And them sticky fingers never stopped to wonder why

So now you sprintin' by that fish market tryin' to make it 
to summer
The blood in the ears is drumming, the heart is a cable 
jumper
The brain is flippin' the language, the lungs are probably 
toast
But everybody who ever stopped runnin' is now a ghost

You ain't seen them headlights in a minute so it might be 
cool
Night is fallin' gently and there ain't no one in sight for
 you
Stop trippin', stop trippin', stop trippin', but don't stop
 movin', ho
Not givin' the visions a minute to make a move, let's go

Ho, get it right, get out of sight
She on the street, run fo' your life
Don't you know that she ain't 'fraid to shoot?
You ain't scared, is ya?
You fucked up and she comin' for you
You ain't scared, is ya?
Ho, get it right, get out of sight
She on the street, run fo' your life

Don't you know that she cut you for fun?
You ain't scared, is ya?
If she comin' fo' you, better run
You ain't scared, is ya?

Turnt into a alley quick, just a wall that's made of brick
With a dirty mattress leaning up against, it smell like 
piss
Big green dumpster to the right, color rusted, look like 
wine
Lid is heavy, but it's creakin' open, that'll do just fine
Bags of trash with bites took out, coffee grounds are 
spillin' down
Duck and slam, the lid close, damn, that metal echo hella 
loud
Quiet, sit, the plastic swish with every tiny move or 
twitch

Liquid all across the bottom, probably 'bout a quarter inch
Shiver all up in the bones, the body feelin' crazy
Face is streaked with tears and dirt, the vision goin' hazy
Fuck it, it's too dark to see, cannot cry and can't be weak
It's a code of honor, gotta keep it gangster in the streets

OG (OG), OG, OG (OG), OG, oh Jesus
Slap that Koopsta all day, you knew just how this would be
This the devil's playground, ain't for play, but you was 
born into it
Now far in the distance creepin' up is that underground 
music

Ho, get it right, get out of sight
She on the street, run fo' your life
Don't you know that she ain't 'fraid to shoot?
You ain't scared, is ya?
You fucked up and she comin' for you
You ain't scared, is ya?
Ho, get it right, get out of sight
She on the street, run fo' your life
Don't you know that she cut you for fun?
You ain't scared, is ya?

If she comin' fo' you, better run
You ain't scared, is ya?

It's La Chat, the killer, the murderer, the bitch they love
 to hate
Yeah, you tried to run, but I caught you, you know it's no 
escape
Burn up both your legs, split your head, but yeah, your 
mouth alright
Throw your garbage ass in the dumpster and now shit on your
 grave
Blood, I'm so addicted to blood, I'm cuttin' your body up
Never know your name, your remains is scattered through the
 mud
Yeah, they should have warned you, La Chat, bitch, man, she
 don't give a fuck

Put you in the ground and relapse, gon' dig yo' ass back up
Ain't no word, I had 'em psychotic, you haters gotta die
Schizophrenic bipolar bitch, I'll feed my pits yo' ass
Drama queen, I'm bringing this drama, don't fuck with me, 
I'll hunt you
Cut you up like meat, take yo' kids, a very tasty luncheon
Body you bitches for fun, punch a big hole through your 
lungs

Cut out your muhfuckin' tongue, bury you real quick and 
we're done
Boostin' up the murder rate, Hannibal Lecter your face
Chainsawed your rib cage, another missing person case, ho

Ho, get it right, get out of sight
She on the street, run fo' your life
Don't you know that she ain't 'fraid to shoot?
You ain't scared, is ya?
You fucked up and she comin' for you
You ain't scared, is ya?
Ho, get it right, get out of sight

She on the street, run fo' your life
Don't you know that she cut you for fun?

You ain't scared, is ya?
If she comin' fo' you, better run
You ain't scared, is ya?