Testi Soundtracks :: D

[Intro: Rular Ruh]

Uh-huh, Rular Rah, hundred bars

It's a warning, for real, come on

I'm in this right now... it doesn't matter

What neighborhood...



[Chorus: sample]

Johnny didn't run, Johnny got his gun

Just like everyone, in the name of God

Ahhhhh, and Johnny didn't run...



[Rular Rah]

When I pop the trunk, that means that I'm ready to dump

With some AK hollows that'll cherish you chumps

You better give up, floating in the Hudson River

I got a real itchy finger and it loves the trigger

Don't get it twisted, this is no motion picture

Make your dreams go away with your hopes and wishes

I rose the gold, paper in the triple digits

And I stand real tall, y'all think small as midgets

I warned you dicks, Rular rep the east and west

And got goons on my payroll that'll eat your chest

I breathe respect, I told you this was dangerous

And the well known fact, you can't fuck with us

So turn me up...



[Chorus]



[Rular Rah]

Around here, it ain't nothing sweet

And I'mma let you know a couple of things, don't fuck with me

Big screen so the trucks can see, just luxury

So don't make things u-g-ly

I bust heat for the code of the streets, I'm cold as can be

And pack a mack eleven pound of weed

Breathe deep or get put to sleep, I'm playing for keeps

You suckers yap but what y'all talk is cheap

Bitch nigga, get up off of me, I'm just released

So give me room while I cock and squeeze

Splat ya brain like pasta cheese, straight Ruckerway, Queens

The ambulance'll cut you out of your jeans

The doctors returning all of your things, no heart, no pulse

Use your brains, when you're fucking with me

The doctors return all of your things

No heart, no pulse, use your brains, when you fucking with me, nigga



[Chorus]



[Rular Rah]

It's a reason why I talk like this, the way I dress

The way I look, stay focused, and I walk like this

I'm from a place where dreams don't exist

Everyday a new crime, a new body scratched off the list

This ain't love, this the way life is, it ain't the kids

It's the guns and the drugs that make life like this

The state we living is so priceless

I can't go to the park and play ball, because my moms is sick

I got a hit to lick, I'm tired of this shit

Same clothes, no food, it ain't fair, I thought my pop dukes cared

At twelve, I was considered a man

I gotta do anything to make a meal, I gotta think of a plan

It's like my feet would just sink in the sand

I'm on the streets everyday, try'nna make it, asking God for a chance

But on a mission, I gotta walk like a man

I was born by myself, so I guess I gotta go like I came, Johnny



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