I Ain't Runnin

Corey Miller：

Motherf**kers always wondering why this ni**a winding up dead

Why is this ni**a dead

It's because motherf**kers out here is stupid

They giving to it some motherf**king body

They cross a ni**a

And they don't watch thier motherf**king back

*s gonna retaliate

You can't cross a ni**a without getting it

Cause a motherf**ker realize that

I ain't running

I gotta get em fore they get me I ain't running

I got my TRU *s with me and we strapped

I gotta get em fore they get me I ain't running

I got my TRU *s with me and they gunning

I gotta get em fore they get me I ain't running

I got my TRU *s with me and we riders

I gotta get em fore they get me I ain't running

I got my TRU *s with me and we strapped

I got beef with some *s on the other side

Them fools cross me now somebody gotta die

I got the twins in the lex with the black tint

I told em bust if you see a motherf**ker flinch

I guess them busters wanna see if the tank real

They wasn't satisfied when they homie got killed

I ain't banging on no motherf**king tape ni**a

Test me and I'm celebrate your dead day

I can't sleep when my enemy is looking for me

I'm paranoid *s trying to take my soul from me

But I ain't running I'm a look em dead in the eye

I'm a real ni**a real *s don't die

I gotta get em fore they get me I ain't running

I got my TRU *s with me and we strapped

I gotta get em fore they get me I ain't running

I got my TRU *s with me and they gunning

I gotta get em fore they get me I ain't running

I got my TRU *s with me and we riders

I gotta get em fore they get me I ain't running

I got my TRU *s with me and we strapped

Kane/Abel：

Hot lead at your head at the speed of light

Can't out run a bullet you going die tonight

It ain't right but that's the way it's gotta be

The circumstance is the murderman dance

Me and my brother made the world pitch black ready for combat

Automatic gats for w**d packs stay strapped

Playa some *s came but everybody ain't able

Dick hard staring at a hundred G's on the kitchen table

They say my status turn to casualties when I squeeze

Hit em up with two two threes bodies scatter like the breeze

Fatal injuries I feel sorry for your mother

But I got this motherf**ker fore he got me get em

Corey Miller：

I gotta get em fore they get me I ain't running

I got my TRU *s with me and we strapped

I gotta get em fore they get me I ain't running

I got my TRU *s with me and they gunning

I gotta get em fore they get me I ain't running