On The Run

Wanted man on the run Now he has a gun Killing just for fun Army made of one Hiding from the sun Chopper engines hum 20 is the sum But he isn't done Devil made of flesh Sinning at his best Bullets in his vest Bleeding from his chest Trying to catch his breath Running from his death Fiending from a tenth Calling all his friends Pulled up in the whip Now they try to dip But they wasn't slick Homie dropped his stick Driver takes a hit Bleeding out his lips Bullet breaks the glass Police on they ass Jumping in the car Try to hit the gas Bullet hit the tank That one was his last Horns upon his head Fire in his bed Belly full of lead Thank god that he's dead Thankful for the end Tragic what he did He just wasn't him Pillies did him in Blamed it on the smoke Blamed it on the coke Blamed it on the blik He hid inside his coat Death was all he wrote So the story goes All the children sleep While fire burns his soul Reverend says a prayer Tension in the air Fearful that the devil Just might reappear Angels up above Send a turtle dove With an olive branch And the savior's love But a mac 10 Just as potent As some poison In your jack dans And the black vans With the G men Pull up with your Intervention Brought the whole squad Armed with AK's And the riot shields And their black jays And that fresh beef Donning your name Say your prayers, kid This is your day On the tv On the silver screen On the front page Of every magazine Wanted man on the run Now he has a gun Killing just for fun Army made of one Hiding from the sun Chopper engines hum 20 is the sum But he isn't done Devil made of flesh Sinning at his best Bullets in his vest Bleeding from his chest Trying to catch his breath Running from his death Fiending from a tenth Calling all his friends