Slim Thug - I Run
[Chorus]
I run the streets all night n day(the hood love thug)
Cause I still run the streets all night 'n' day
Jea I rep for my city, go hard for the hood still posted on the block whats good?
Cause I still run, the streets all night 'n' day
I can't stay away
They don't make to many niggas like me
Bonifide hustler certified G
Still got that work if you got the right feen
You thanking shit fake well nigga come see
Its bigga then the jewels,its bigger then the cars
Its bigger then the fact that we fucking rap stars
The street niggas know me, these boys got my contacts
Knowing any giving minute I can come back
I put a bitch on I-10 n tell her run that
Give her ten 'n' tell her don't bring nothing back
I'm still in the hood, I cant leave the streets
Its n my blood I'm a thug till I be deceased
[Chorus]
Its hot on my block somebody turn the fan on
I've been paid I'm just trying to turn my mans on
N get my breads strong, streets miss me wen I'm gone
I put on for my city like Jeezy's song
Please believe me Holmes matter fact check my stats
Ain't dropped in three years but I'm back
Where the money at?? That's the first question
You better pack a strap that's the first lesson
Hard times got the whole united states stressing
I'm writing a book, how to survive n a recession
Mr. Obama, we so tired of selling crack
If you looking for me ask the streets where I'm at
[Chorus]
Its home sweet home where the D boys roam
Moving stone for stone or zone for zone
All night getting it on till six in the mornin'
The shit I'm smoking on, stronger then cologne
You can probably smell the smoke through your headphones
If you still broke better get your bread long
Call me on that burner cause them feds on my phone
N I'ma run the streets til I'm under my headstone (Jea jea)
[Chorus]
I run the streets all night n day(the hood love thug)
Cause I still run the streets all night 'n' day
Jea I rep for my city, go hard for the hood still posted on the block whats good?
Cause I still run, the streets all night 'n' day
I can't stay away
They don't make to many niggas like me
Bonifide hustler certified G
Still got that work if you got the right feen
You thanking shit fake well nigga come see
Its bigga then the jewels,its bigger then the cars
Its bigger then the fact that we fucking rap stars
The street niggas know me, these boys got my contacts
Knowing any giving minute I can come back
I put a bitch on I-10 n tell her run that
Give her ten 'n' tell her don't bring nothing back
I'm still in the hood, I cant leave the streets
Its n my blood I'm a thug till I be deceased
[Chorus]
Its hot on my block somebody turn the fan on
I've been paid I'm just trying to turn my mans on
N get my breads strong, streets miss me wen I'm gone
I put on for my city like Jeezy's song
Please believe me Holmes matter fact check my stats
Ain't dropped in three years but I'm back
Where the money at?? That's the first question
You better pack a strap that's the first lesson
Hard times got the whole united states stressing
I'm writing a book, how to survive n a recession
Mr. Obama, we so tired of selling crack
If you looking for me ask the streets where I'm at
[Chorus]
Its home sweet home where the D boys roam
Moving stone for stone or zone for zone
All night getting it on till six in the mornin'
The shit I'm smoking on, stronger then cologne
You can probably smell the smoke through your headphones
If you still broke better get your bread long
Call me on that burner cause them feds on my phone
N I'ma run the streets til I'm under my headstone (Jea jea)
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
I run the streets all night n day(the hood love thug)
Cause I still run the streets all night 'n' day
Jea I rep for my city, go hard for the hood still posted on the block whats good?
Cause I still run, the streets all night 'n' day
I can't stay away
They don't make to many niggas like me
Bonifide hustler certified G
Still got that work if you got the right feen
You thanking shit fake well nigga come see
Its bigga then the jewels,its bigger then the cars
Its bigger then the fact that we fucking rap stars
The street niggas know me, these boys got my contacts
Knowing any giving minute I can come back
I put a bitch on I-10 n tell her run that
Give her ten 'n' tell her don't bring nothing back
I'm still in the hood, I cant leave the streets
Its n my blood I'm a thug till I be deceased
[Chorus]
Its hot on my block somebody turn the fan on
I've been paid I'm just trying to turn my mans on
N get my breads strong, streets miss me wen I'm gone
I put on for my city like Jeezy's song
Please believe me Holmes matter fact check my stats
Ain't dropped in three years but I'm back
Where the money at?? That's the first question
You better pack a strap that's the first lesson
Hard times got the whole united states stressing
I'm writing a book, how to survive n a recession
Mr. Obama, we so tired of selling crack
If you looking for me ask the streets where I'm at
[Chorus]
Its home sweet home where the D boys roam
Moving stone for stone or zone for zone
All night getting it on till six in the mornin'
The shit I'm smoking on, stronger then cologne
You can probably smell the smoke through your headphones
If you still broke better get your bread long
Call me on that burner cause them feds on my phone
N I'ma run the streets til I'm under my headstone (Jea jea)
[Chorus]
I run the streets all night n day(the hood love thug)
Cause I still run the streets all night 'n' day
Jea I rep for my city, go hard for the hood still posted on the block whats good?
Cause I still run, the streets all night 'n' day
I can't stay away
They don't make to many niggas like me
Bonifide hustler certified G
Still got that work if you got the right feen
You thanking shit fake well nigga come see
Its bigga then the jewels,its bigger then the cars
Its bigger then the fact that we fucking rap stars
The street niggas know me, these boys got my contacts
Knowing any giving minute I can come back
I put a bitch on I-10 n tell her run that
Give her ten 'n' tell her don't bring nothing back
I'm still in the hood, I cant leave the streets
Its n my blood I'm a thug till I be deceased
[Chorus]
Its hot on my block somebody turn the fan on
I've been paid I'm just trying to turn my mans on
N get my breads strong, streets miss me wen I'm gone
I put on for my city like Jeezy's song
Please believe me Holmes matter fact check my stats
Ain't dropped in three years but I'm back
Where the money at?? That's the first question
You better pack a strap that's the first lesson
Hard times got the whole united states stressing
I'm writing a book, how to survive n a recession
Mr. Obama, we so tired of selling crack
If you looking for me ask the streets where I'm at
[Chorus]
Its home sweet home where the D boys roam
Moving stone for stone or zone for zone
All night getting it on till six in the mornin'
The shit I'm smoking on, stronger then cologne
You can probably smell the smoke through your headphones
If you still broke better get your bread long
Call me on that burner cause them feds on my phone
N I'ma run the streets til I'm under my headstone (Jea jea)
[Chorus]
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