Kno - Running Wild lyrics

[Hook] Everybody running wild, yeah Tell me what to do What the f** is goin' on? Well I know, well I know, well I know [Verse 1: Deacon The Villain] So many baby mamas around we are all some motherf**ers Surf's Up but it ain't on some motherf**er Most kingpin rappers is also undercover Sleeping with the enemy on some under covers Tide rolled in, bread so thin Gotta keep corn on me like Thanksgiving Still smoking, like the barrel of young ones With big guns that will face grown men Got guts 'till they see their stomach lining I'm not fishing for compliments but keep a line in Seeing the world like Jack with an axe Peeking through the door towards the end of The Shining [Verse 2: E-40] Uhh! Robbing and rhyming is my drug Not only the block but the microphone I hug Tsunami flow, s**ers act like they don't know But there will never be another MC like me 'till 5004 There will never be an MC like you 'till 5004? (Yup) I rap like none of these rappers on earth, I'm not your average Joe Space age pimpin' first verse now they have to protect the ho All the way winos, trips and players in front the liquor store Altercations and drama, riding around with them Lamas Growing up in the ghetto where kids sell dope to their mamas Bullet shells echo, men dead in the alley It took nine hours for the coroner to come and pick up the body [Hook] Everybody running wild, yeah Tell me what to do What the f** is goin' on? Well I know, well I know, well I know [Verse 3: Evidence] Say what I've seen, night time dream (Evidence) that my life is serene But the world don't turn off evil regimes Men will earn, getting burned for cream It's the same dots behind clouds and raindrops Suns explode with rays of stray shots It's like drive-by murder when it stays hot They shot the ground and grazed the grey lots Grey box, same two-three steppin' Blue jeans, blue hat, I need a weapon Who's next to play the execution of a chump? When the sh** go down we'll see who choose to jump [Verse 4: Natti] Hey, can feel my hairs rise from the tension On gentrified drive, you can smell the intent I think the streets on fire with the engine As the world burns let me turn to my incense A n***a can't sleep, they doing housecalls All in the streets people living like outlaws Listen to the fault line, you can hear the ground talk 'Till the clouds fall fear rains like drought's off Under the city lights, within shadows Many men sling ground-stained Amaretto Loud screams drowning out the whistle from the kettles You can't run from it, keep bringing you the ghetto [Hook] Everybody running wild, yeah Tell me what to do What the f** is goin' on? Well I know, well I know, well I know