Songtext Doncha runaway Spice 1

Doncha runaway

(verse 1):
Now dont you run away from my glock
You cant dodge 17 muthafuckin shots
Could somebody pass me a clip and a trigger
Walk across the party pistol whip a nigga
Shiiit,
Im comin up at em with the .9s the glocks and macs
And theyll never breathe again like toni braxton
Cause I dont see nothing wrooong with a little brotha jack
So say what up? to the 187 fac
Nappy head ass muthafuckas wearin plats
Kickin back like a muthafucka slangin sex
Ready to peel a nigga cap if they got the nap
So if youre funkin with the fac
Better to stay strapped
Cause well be comin up at your back with the black gat
Nigga, and you be feelin kinda fucked up
When your homie dropped, its simple
You cant run away from my glock

(chorus): 2x
Doncha runaway
From my nine
Theres no place to hide
Im gonna get you by and by

(verse 2):
Spiggedy one kickin dat ass with some lay back shit
The trigga-happy nigga, I figure
Niggas wont wanna step to me
If they know Ill be bustin caps
I roll straps niggas take naps
Cause I dont be fuckin around
When it comes to bustin that steel
Im too real, niggas feeel me
When I kick this gangsta ass shit that you never heard
But fuck what youve heard
I smokes niggas like herb
Put your ass smooth on ice
So nigga dont be 2 proud to beg
For your muthafuckin life
Cause nine kelly ima make em stutter
Make em drop, nigga
You cant run away from my glock

(chorus): 2x

(verse 3):
Comin like the lench mobb swingin on the vine
Bailin out peace to my muthafuckin nine
Pullin my cap back ready to serve they ass
Givin a fuck about what the next nigga done up in the past
Nigga, I like to let a nigga have a bloody body
Dont think Im bad, no box and no karate
Just a big fat gat for them suckas
I aint scared to you muthafuckas
Shiiit, and nigga thats how it be
Rollin with my muthafuckin strap on the side of me
So dont come at me with that shit
bout you gon gaffle me up
I cock your cranium like the muthafuckin [? ], nigga
So keep your hand on your pistol grip
Bullets whistlin and shit
Feel like a fuckin missle when they hit
And I advice you to stay on the lurk
Cause if you funkin with my niggas
You gon put in some work, nigga

(chorus): 2x

(outro):
Yeah nigga
You knew you couldnt fuck wid this g
Would you wanna step to me
Fault, hoe, haha
Spiggedy one whippin on that ass
Ant banks in the muthafuckin house
My nigga omar
My nigga knocced out muthafucka drunk and shit
This nigga jamar lay down the muthafuckin studio
Drunk in tha muthafucka
You know what Im sayin
But you know one thing
Everybody in this muthafuckas strapped
You know what Im sayin
And nobody comin up short
So dont try to run away from my glock
Cant dodge 17 muthafuckin shots
187 thousand g