| 歌曲 | Run Tha Street |
| 歌手 | Daz Dillinger |
| 专辑 | This Is the Life I Lead |
| 作词 : Arnaud, Kelly | |
| Penitentiary scars, war stars, stolen cars | |
| What you wanna be, a gangsta or a gang star? | |
| Make your mind up before your times up | |
| I'll pick my nine up, fore' they find up all in the cut | |
| Fucked up, it's like I'm locked up | |
| They let your man out | |
| Thought he got twenty, he didn't do any | |
| Now it's time to - carry our plan out | |
| Fuck the handout and the charity case | |
| I want your fam, hot, burned it down and murdered the place | |
| Developed in court rooms, and they caught me in dark rooms | |
| Cause I got caught with a yacht to Cancun - with a bird | |
| You know it wasn't a parakeet | |
| It was a ki, worth at least 10,000 G's | |
| Plus I was indicted, then extradited | |
| Sent to the County to fight it and my bail was priceless | |
| Shit like this requires drastic measures | |
| I heard Alaska's the best place for escaped felons | |
| Because the ones don't wine and the sun don't shine | |
| If I blow some hydro with some friends of mine | |
| It's gettin' dark all the time, they gettin' jiggy wit it | |
| I'm gettin' gangsta wit it, killas, Young Gotti wit it | |
| I don't regret shit, I ain't sorry for nothin' I done | |
| I did it all for a reason, the matter wouldn't have been done | |
| I wanna - | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Run the streets and rule the world | |
| Punch the boys and kiss the girls | |
| Cease the peace and start the war | |
| Kill the bitches and fuck the whores | |
| [Daz Dillinger] | |
| They wanna know why I nut up in the club | |
| Cause they never showed me love before I was 21 | |
| Had to run to get a fake I.D | |
| How you like me now? | |
| Try me, I puts it down like gangs, black, brown | |
| Should I get a sack or should I get some liquor? | |
| What'll go first? Will it be my lungs or my liver? | |
| Make me quiver as I sip and take a drink out the bottle | |
| It's hard to swallow | |
| Gotta hop over this bullshit at least 'til tomorrow | |
| My heart is hollow with no sorrow or no sympathy | |
| No positive energy, bad publicity, bad ass energy | |
| Everywhere I go - wars show, they 'bout to hit a fo'- fo' | |
| Go blow, then the flow, and then float | |
| I give the people what they want, supply and demand | |
| Put the money in my hand, work with me, I'm the man | |
| Daz Dilly you on some crazy stuff | |
| Now they all under the ground pushin' the daisy's up | |
| The parts of life, nigga it's dirt cheap | |
| The devilry is deaf is either cheap at first you don't sleep | |
| If the words that the preacher preach don't reach | |
| His home and each, there's no perception of the speech | |
| Then what good is it, if the hood ain't in it | |
| Don't act like you heard it | |
| Act like you know it when I serve it motherfucker, I wanna - | |
| [Chorus - X2] | |
| Run the streets and rule the world | |
| Punch the boys and kiss the girls | |
| Cease the peace and start the wars | |
| Kill the bitches and fuck the whores | |
| [Daz Dillinger] | |
| I'm a G like Tray Deee, King Tee | |
| And Eazy-E and Ice T and all the other G's like me | |
| Niggaz like y'all pop like Utah Jazz | |
| Shoot from the outside but can't come in and bash | |
| Scared to mash cause your bitch ass ain't got enough cash | |
| If you move too fast your ass will get blast | |
| I'm out for cash and loot if I got to blast or shoot, in a khaki suit | |
| Hit the witness before they can prosecute | |
| The whole testimony - was stretched and phony | |
| Have your ba-by mama testify for me | |
| Say that she knew me, I was with her on the night, I was there | |
| Said we fucked around in a cheap motel out of town | |
| I don't know this much, the bitch clowned, she lied under oath | |
| Now my niggaz got to catch you slippin', cut your throat | |
| Ah bitch, you wouldn't listen, had to - rock the boat | |
| I'll set you up with them Inglewood bitches to get you smoked | |
| Now my niggaz is out for y'all | |
| The Roman Empire's about to fall, Death Row is about to fall | |
| God damn, this gangsta shit get deep | |
| Caught him empty hand and then put his ass to sleep | |
| We had to - creep, creep - cut the glass out the skylight | |
| Slid into the window at the corner after midnight | |
| And slit his windpipe, and did his wife with the same knife | |
| Took his homie life under the street light | |
| I think I - live a strange life, I'll probably die a stranger death | |
| The dangerous words uttered under a strangers breath | |
| A gangsta as decision was made - to have Marion "Suge" Knight straight blown away | |
| I wanna - | |
| [Chorus - X2] | |
| Run the streets and rule the world | |
| Punch the boys and kiss the girls | |
| Cease the peace and start the wars | |
| Kill the bitches and fuck the whores | |
| [Outro] | |
| Yeah nigga you know we run this right here | |
| Everyday, all day | |
| You know I'm in yo' streets | |
| Diss me if you want to | |
| I'll catch y'all slippin' homie | |
| Yeah... the black phantom | |
| HA HA, HO! |
| zuò cí : Arnaud, Kelly | |
| Penitentiary scars, war stars, stolen cars | |
| What you wanna be, a gangsta or a gang star? | |
| Make your mind up before your times up | |
| I' ll pick my nine up, fore' they find up all in the cut | |
| Fucked up, it' s like I' m locked up | |
| They let your man out | |
| Thought he got twenty, he didn' t do any | |
| Now it' s time to carry our plan out | |
| Fuck the handout and the charity case | |
| I want your fam, hot, burned it down and murdered the place | |
| Developed in court rooms, and they caught me in dark rooms | |
| Cause I got caught with a yacht to Cancun with a bird | |
| You know it wasn' t a parakeet | |
| It was a ki, worth at least 10, 000 G' s | |
| Plus I was indicted, then extradited | |
| Sent to the County to fight it and my bail was priceless | |
| Shit like this requires drastic measures | |
| I heard Alaska' s the best place for escaped felons | |
| Because the ones don' t wine and the sun don' t shine | |
| If I blow some hydro with some friends of mine | |
| It' s gettin' dark all the time, they gettin' jiggy wit it | |
| I' m gettin' gangsta wit it, killas, Young Gotti wit it | |
| I don' t regret shit, I ain' t sorry for nothin' I done | |
| I did it all for a reason, the matter wouldn' t have been done | |
| I wanna | |
| Chorus | |
| Run the streets and rule the world | |
| Punch the boys and kiss the girls | |
| Cease the peace and start the war | |
| Kill the bitches and fuck the whores | |
| Daz Dillinger | |
| They wanna know why I nut up in the club | |
| Cause they never showed me love before I was 21 | |
| Had to run to get a fake I. D | |
| How you like me now? | |
| Try me, I puts it down like gangs, black, brown | |
| Should I get a sack or should I get some liquor? | |
| What' ll go first? Will it be my lungs or my liver? | |
| Make me quiver as I sip and take a drink out the bottle | |
| It' s hard to swallow | |
| Gotta hop over this bullshit at least ' til tomorrow | |
| My heart is hollow with no sorrow or no sympathy | |
| No positive energy, bad publicity, bad ass energy | |
| Everywhere I go wars show, they ' bout to hit a fo' fo' | |
| Go blow, then the flow, and then float | |
| I give the people what they want, supply and demand | |
| Put the money in my hand, work with me, I' m the man | |
| Daz Dilly you on some crazy stuff | |
| Now they all under the ground pushin' the daisy' s up | |
| The parts of life, nigga it' s dirt cheap | |
| The devilry is deaf is either cheap at first you don' t sleep | |
| If the words that the preacher preach don' t reach | |
| His home and each, there' s no perception of the speech | |
| Then what good is it, if the hood ain' t in it | |
| Don' t act like you heard it | |
| Act like you know it when I serve it motherfucker, I wanna | |
| Chorus X2 | |
| Run the streets and rule the world | |
| Punch the boys and kiss the girls | |
| Cease the peace and start the wars | |
| Kill the bitches and fuck the whores | |
| Daz Dillinger | |
| I' m a G like Tray Deee, King Tee | |
| And EazyE and Ice T and all the other G' s like me | |
| Niggaz like y' all pop like Utah Jazz | |
| Shoot from the outside but can' t come in and bash | |
| Scared to mash cause your bitch ass ain' t got enough cash | |
| If you move too fast your ass will get blast | |
| I' m out for cash and loot if I got to blast or shoot, in a khaki suit | |
| Hit the witness before they can prosecute | |
| The whole testimony was stretched and phony | |
| Have your baby mama testify for me | |
| Say that she knew me, I was with her on the night, I was there | |
| Said we fucked around in a cheap motel out of town | |
| I don' t know this much, the bitch clowned, she lied under oath | |
| Now my niggaz got to catch you slippin', cut your throat | |
| Ah bitch, you wouldn' t listen, had to rock the boat | |
| I' ll set you up with them Inglewood bitches to get you smoked | |
| Now my niggaz is out for y' all | |
| The Roman Empire' s about to fall, Death Row is about to fall | |
| God damn, this gangsta shit get deep | |
| Caught him empty hand and then put his ass to sleep | |
| We had to creep, creep cut the glass out the skylight | |
| Slid into the window at the corner after midnight | |
| And slit his windpipe, and did his wife with the same knife | |
| Took his homie life under the street light | |
| I think I live a strange life, I' ll probably die a stranger death | |
| The dangerous words uttered under a strangers breath | |
| A gangsta as decision was made to have Marion " Suge" Knight straight blown away | |
| I wanna | |
| Chorus X2 | |
| Run the streets and rule the world | |
| Punch the boys and kiss the girls | |
| Cease the peace and start the wars | |
| Kill the bitches and fuck the whores | |
| Outro | |
| Yeah nigga you know we run this right here | |
| Everyday, all day | |
| You know I' m in yo' streets | |
| Diss me if you want to | |
| I' ll catch y' all slippin' homie | |
| Yeah... the black phantom | |
| HA HA, HO! |