Songtext I ain't runnin Kane & Abel

I ain't runnin

[c-murder]
Motherfuckers always wonderin why this nigga winding up dead.
Why is this nigga dead.
Its because motherfuckers out here is stupid.
They giving to it some motherfuckin body.
They cross a nigga.
And they dont watch thier motherfuckin back.
Niggas gonna retaliate.
You cant cross a nigga without gettin it.
Cause a motherfucker realize that.
I aint runnin.

Chorus
I gotta get em fore they get me, I aint runnin
I got my tru niggas with me and we strapped
I gotta get em fore they get me, I aint runnin
I got my tru niggas with me and they gunnin
I gotta get em fore they get me, I aint runnin
I got my tru niggas with me and we riders
I gotta get em fore they get me, I aint runnin
I got my tru niggas with me and we strapped

I got beef with some niggas 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 motherfucker flinch
I guess them busters wanna see if the tank real
They wasnt satisfied when they homie got killed
I aint banging on no motherfucking tape nigga
Test me and Im gonna celebrate your dead day
I cant sleep when my enemy is looking for me
Im paranoid niggas tryin to take my soul from me
But I aint runnin Im a look em dead in the eye
Im a real nigga and real niggas dont die

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[kane & abel]
Hot lead at your head at the speed of light
Cant outrun a bullet, you goin die tonight
It aint right but thats the way its gotta be
The circumstance is the murderman dance
Me and my brother made the world pitch black ready for combat
Automatic gats for weed packs stay strapped
Playa some niggas came but everybody aint able
Dick hard starin at a hundred gs 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 motherfucker fore he got me get em

[c-murder]
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