Run 4 Ya Life lyrics

Artist  : Juice 
Song : Run 4 Ya Life



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(run for your life)

ha ha

(save ya'self)

Chicago is in this motherfucker tonight

Thats my word

I suggest niggaz (run for your life)

And try'ta (save ya'self)

Fa'sho (aint no running from me)

Swear before God these niggaz don't want none

(I do)

Hit it God



[verse1]

My niggaz is high, my niggaz is living and
die

We did it in Chi, see my whole city, we ride

And hoes say "He got the prettiest
eyes"

Until they see them turn pitch black when death
is what I visualize

And all those who attempt to go against my
rise

Better be gunning with a click as demented as
mine

Cause one of us 'a leave and, one of us will stay
and

One of us will breathe but, one of us will lay
in

I'm feeling just as nutty as fuck, living it
up

I swear to God I'll leave these niggaz bloody as
fuck

I got a passion for putting my foot on the gas,
mashing

Blasting on whatever niggaz will be or have
been

Feel me laughing, fuck what you talking about

It's like hop-scotch, I rather just be chalking
you out

Bitch niggaz need to carry a purse, I rather bury
ya' first

Iceberg slim, America's worst



[hook]

(run for your life)

I suggest motherfuckers try ta' (save
ya'self)

It's major wealth

I dont really care or give a fuck about who know
you

And if I gotta go, you go too

Now make a move nigga

(run for your life)

You motherfuckers need ta' (save ya'self)

You dun played yourself

Niggaz wanna act like they ill and higher then
God

Til they come against the firing squad

Checkmate



[verse2]

I suggest women and kids take cover when my
adrenaline spit

I'll leave you laying on a tenement brick

Ready to paint the curb red, niggaz bleeding

Just give me a reason, cause some punk niggaz
deserve lead

Hit them with a whole clip, making your soul
drip

Show his ass exactly how cold cold can get

Four-Fours'll spit, flows is so sick

Po-pos'll get hit, white roses, thats it

I think its about time niggaz get out-lined
(lined)

Suits are getting fitted, the sun will not shine
(shine)

Slugs through your spine (thats right)

Your life is like a new Benz and I'm about to
start jacking niggaz blind

What you aint heard? This is murder by design

For any motherfucker whispering about mine (about
mine)

And I'm J-U calico, I let these niggaz know

I bring drama from the door nigga



[hook]

(run for your life)

I suggest niggaz try ta' (save ya'self)

It's major wealth

I dont really care or give a fuck about who know
you

And if I gotta go, you go too

Now make a move nigga

(run for your life)

Gun and a knife, you need to (save ya'self)

You dun played yourself

All these punk niggaz wanna act like they higher
then God

Til they come against the firing squad

Checkmate



[verse3]

It dont matter if I'm rapping or not, I'm still
packing the hot

Seventeen shot'll mack in the glock

I'll leave these niggaz backless, spineless,
brainless

Nines is, stainless, crimes is, heinous

I'll do it execution style, J'll make it
painless

My guns have names but bullets remain
nameless

Pulling the thang flagrant, the third rail'll
face them

You can go to Hell facing 'empty shell
casings

Tell Jason "Hi," kiss your life
goodbye

Damn shame she's widow cause your wife is fly

But now your whole soul well it belongs to
Chi

What tha fuck?! Niggaz think they too strong to
die

Fucking with J, I'll lift motherfuckers up up and
away

Everytime a niggaz tucking a tray

It's like rock paper scissors nigga, gun and a
knife

If you like fresh air, I suggest niggaz run for
their life



[hook]

(run for your life)

I suggest you punk niggaz try ta' (save
ya'self)

Major wealth

Niggaz wanna front, I dont care about who know
you

Cause if I gotta go, you go too

Now make a move nigga

(run for your life)

Gun and a knife, you need to (save ya'self)

You dun played yourself

Every rap nigga wanna act like they higher then
God

Til they come against the firing squad

Checkmate nigga

(run for your life)

I suggest niggaz try ta' (save ya'self)

I dont care about all your little street
plugs

I dont care who know you

But if I gotta go, you go too

Now make a move nigga

(run for your life)

Gun and a knife, you need ta' (save ya'self)

You dun played yourself

Every rap nigga wanna act like they higher then
God

Til they meet the damn firing squad

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