| 歌曲 | Doncha Runaway |
| 歌手 | Spice 1 |
| 专辑 | AmeriKKKa's Nightmare |
| 作词 : Banks, Gooden, Green | |
| (verse 1)： | |
| Now don't you run away from my glock | |
| You can't dodge 17 muthafuckin' shots | |
| Could somebody pass me a clip and a trigger | |
| Walk across the party pistol whip a nigga | |
| Shiiit, | |
| I'm comin' up at 'em with the .9's the glocks and macs | |
| And they'll never breathe again like toni braxton | |
| Cause i don't see nothing wrooong with a little brotha jack | |
| So say "what up?" to the 187 fac | |
| Nappy head ass muthafuckas wearin' plats | |
| Kickin' back like a muthafucka slangin' sex | |
| Ready to peel a nigga cap if they got the nap | |
| So if you're funkin' with the fac | |
| Better to stay strapped | |
| Cause we'll be comin' up at your back with the black gat | |
| Nigga, and you be feelin' kinda fucked up | |
| When your homie dropped, it's simple | |
| You can't run away from my glock | |
| (chorus): 2x | |
| Doncha runaway | |
| From my nine | |
| There's no place to hide | |
| I'm gonna get you by and by | |
| (verse 2): | |
| Spiggedy one kickin' dat ass with some lay back shit | |
| The trigga-happy nigga, i figure | |
| Niggas won't wanna step to me | |
| If they know i'll be bustin' caps | |
| I roll straps niggas take naps | |
| Cause i don't be fuckin' around | |
| When it comes to bustin' that steel | |
| I'm too real, niggas feeel me | |
| When i kick this gangsta ass shit that you never heard | |
| But fuck what you've heard | |
| I smokes niggas like herb | |
| Put your ass smooth on ice | |
| So nigga don't be 2 proud to beg | |
| For your muthafuckin' life | |
| Cause nine kelly i'ma make 'em stutter | |
| Make 'em drop, nigga | |
| You can't run away from my glock | |
| (chorus): 2x | |
| (verse 3): | |
| Comin' like the lench mobb swingin' on the vine | |
| Bailin' out peace to my muthafuckin' nine | |
| Pullin' my cap back ready to serve they ass | |
| Givin' a fuck about what the next nigga done up in the past | |
| Nigga, i like to let a nigga have a bloody body | |
| Don't think i'm bad, no box and no karate | |
| Just a big fat gat for them suckas | |
| I ain't scared to you muthafuckas | |
| Shiiit, and nigga that's how it be | |
| "rollin' with my muthafuckin' strap on the side of me" | |
| So don't come at me with that shit | |
| 'bout you gon gaffle me up | |
| I cock your cranium like the muthafuckin' [?], nigga | |
| So keep your hand on your pistol grip | |
| Bullets whistlin' and shit | |
| Feel like a fuckin' missle when they hit | |
| And i advice you to stay on the lurk | |
| Cause if you funkin' with my niggas | |
| You gon put in some work, nigga | |
| (chorus): 2x | |
| (outro): | |
| Yeah nigga | |
| You knew you couldn't fuck wid this g | |
| Would you wanna step to me | |
| Fault, hoe, haha | |
| Spiggedy one whippin' on that ass | |
| Ant banks in the muthafuckin' house | |
| My nigga omar | |
| My nigga knocced out muthafucka drunk and shit | |
| This nigga jamar lay down the muthafuckin' studio | |
| Drunk in tha muthafucka | |
| You know what i'm sayin' | |
| But you know one thing | |
| Everybody in this muthafucka's strapped | |
| You know what i'm sayin' | |
| And nobody comin' up short | |
| So don't try to run away from my glock | |
| Can't dodge 17 muthafuckin' shots | |
| 187 thousand g |
| zuò cí : Banks, Gooden, Green | |
| verse 1: | |
| Now don' t you run away from my glock | |
| You can' t dodge 17 muthafuckin' shots | |
| Could somebody pass me a clip and a trigger | |
| Walk across the party pistol whip a nigga | |
| Shiiit, | |
| I' m comin' up at ' em with the . 9' s the glocks and macs | |
| And they' ll never breathe again like toni braxton | |
| Cause i don' t see nothing wrooong with a little brotha jack | |
| So say " what up?" to the 187 fac | |
| Nappy head ass muthafuckas wearin' plats | |
| Kickin' back like a muthafucka slangin' sex | |
| Ready to peel a nigga cap if they got the nap | |
| So if you' re funkin' with the fac | |
| Better to stay strapped | |
| Cause we' ll be comin' up at your back with the black gat | |
| Nigga, and you be feelin' kinda fucked up | |
| When your homie dropped, it' s simple | |
| You can' t run away from my glock | |
| chorus: 2x | |
| Doncha runaway | |
| From my nine | |
| There' s no place to hide | |
| I' m gonna get you by and by | |
| verse 2: | |
| Spiggedy one kickin' dat ass with some lay back shit | |
| The triggahappy nigga, i figure | |
| Niggas won' t wanna step to me | |
| If they know i' ll be bustin' caps | |
| I roll straps niggas take naps | |
| Cause i don' t be fuckin' around | |
| When it comes to bustin' that steel | |
| I' m too real, niggas feeel me | |
| When i kick this gangsta ass shit that you never heard | |
| But fuck what you' ve heard | |
| I smokes niggas like herb | |
| Put your ass smooth on ice | |
| So nigga don' t be 2 proud to beg | |
| For your muthafuckin' life | |
| Cause nine kelly i' ma make ' em stutter | |
| Make ' em drop, nigga | |
| You can' t run away from my glock | |
| chorus: 2x | |
| verse 3: | |
| Comin' like the lench mobb swingin' on the vine | |
| Bailin' out peace to my muthafuckin' nine | |
| Pullin' my cap back ready to serve they ass | |
| Givin' a fuck about what the next nigga done up in the past | |
| Nigga, i like to let a nigga have a bloody body | |
| Don' t think i' m bad, no box and no karate | |
| Just a big fat gat for them suckas | |
| I ain' t scared to you muthafuckas | |
| Shiiit, and nigga that' s how it be | |
| " rollin' with my muthafuckin' strap on the side of me" | |
| So don' t come at me with that shit | |
| ' bout you gon gaffle me up | |
| I cock your cranium like the muthafuckin' ?, nigga | |
| So keep your hand on your pistol grip | |
| Bullets whistlin' and shit | |
| Feel like a fuckin' missle when they hit | |
| And i advice you to stay on the lurk | |
| Cause if you funkin' with my niggas | |
| You gon put in some work, nigga | |
| chorus: 2x | |
| outro: | |
| Yeah nigga | |
| You knew you couldn' t fuck wid this g | |
| Would you wanna step to me | |
| Fault, hoe, haha | |
| Spiggedy one whippin' on that ass | |
| Ant banks in the muthafuckin' house | |
| My nigga omar | |
| My nigga knocced out muthafucka drunk and shit | |
| This nigga jamar lay down the muthafuckin' studio | |
| Drunk in tha muthafucka | |
| You know what i' m sayin' | |
| But you know one thing | |
| Everybody in this muthafucka' s strapped | |
| You know what i' m sayin' | |
| And nobody comin' up short | |
| So don' t try to run away from my glock | |
| Can' t dodge 17 muthafuckin' shots | |
| 187 thousand g |