Pooh-Man - Run n***a Run lyrics

Artist: Pooh-Man Album: Judgement Day Song: Run n***a Run A lot of my Eastside partners are dyin' fast And it ain't for natural causes, fool, they catchin' a blast Tim, Yogi, Bruce and James Pick up the newspaper, fool, and it's all familiar names Brothas i grew up with and do up with Partners k**in' partners, man, that's the cold sh** Gots me spooked to hang with the fellas Cause you never know when the nextman's gettin' jealous Cause I've seen some cold sh**: Brothas gettin' k**ed over the words of a b**h Now tell me what that be like, player But in the Oaktown ain't no rules, n***a Everything's fair, hah! And the main fact is a bullet He's got his finger on the trigga And he'll damn sure pull it This defines ghetto mentality, right? But it all so got a player runnin' for his life... I walked to my homie's funeral last week Tears rolled down his mama's cheek And it made me think: I never tripped when i was gunnin' and funnin' But the things i did in past got me duckin', dodgin, runnin' And it ain't that i'm scared but if a fool starts to blastin' It ain't like I'm gonna stand there See, moms allready lost my brotha So I keeps my vest on when I roam in the gutter But we droppin' like flies What's goin' on the Eastside can't be denied Remember when we used to box? But nowadays we grabbin' A.K.'s And be bringin' down the whole block And little kids gettin' gaught up in the crossfire Before he reaches a teens he's expired 12 years old and it's a damn shame Layin' in the middle of the nearest lane, hah! And it brings tears to my eyes, damn! We got'em runnin' for their lifes... Another mother's tears on the cheeks Seems like another brotha got beated by these Eastside streets He fell victim to a drive-by And I find myself askin' why? Was he part of the game claimin' red or blue? Or was is just a time to him to pay for things he do He probably k**ed another brotha Don't act like you're shocked Cause that's the way of the gutter He was the baller callin' major shots He slipped one too many times so he got dropped And ain't nobody untouchable, fool Before the phony starts everything's cool, hah! But once it's on it's goin' down Drive-by's sparkin' up the whole f**in' town d**htomb 17 over the weekend Strapped with my vest in the funerals of my friends Cause they droppin' like flies Stayin' alive you can't do sh** but try Cause the brothas slippin' to the left And the name of the game ain't sh** but d**h Because the way we live, hah! They got us runnin' for our lives...