Spice 1 - Doncha Runaway lyrics

(verse 1): Now don't you run away from my glock You can't dodge 17 muthaf**in' shots Could somebody pa** me a clip and a trigger Walk across the party pistol whip a n***a 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 a** muthaf**as wearin' plats Kickin' back like a muthaf**a slangin' s** Ready to peel a n***a 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 n***a, and you be feelin' kinda f**ed 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 a** with some lay back sh** The trigga-happy n***a, i figure n***as won't wanna step to me If they know i'll be bustin' caps I roll straps n***as take naps Cause i don't be f**in' around When it comes to bustin' that steel I'm too real, n***as feeel me When i kick this gangsta a** sh** that you never heard But f** what you've heard I smokes n***as like herb Put your a** smooth on ice So n***a don't be 2 proud to beg For your muthaf**in' life Cause nine kelly i'ma make 'em stutter Make 'em drop, n***a 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 muthaf**in' nine Pullin' my cap back ready to serve they a** Givin' a f** about what the next n***a done up in the past n***a, i like to let a n***a have a bloody body Don't think i'm bad, no box and no karate Just a big fat gat for them s**as I ain't scared to you muthaf**as Shiiit, and n***a that's how it be "rollin' with my muthaf**in' strap on the side of me" So don't come at me with that sh** 'bout you gon gaffle me up I co*k your cranium like the muthaf**in' [?], n***a So keep your hand on your pistol grip Bullets whistlin' and sh** Feel like a f**in' missle when they hit And i advice you to stay on the lurk Cause if you funkin' with my n***as You gon put in some work, n***a (chorus): 2x (outro): Yeah n***a You knew you couldn't f** wid this g Would you wanna step to me Fault, hoe, haha Spiggedy one whippin' on that a** Ant banks in the muthaf**in' house My n***a omar My n***a knocced out muthaf**a drunk and sh** This n***a jamar lay down the muthaf**in' studio Drunk in tha muthaf**a You know what i'm sayin' But you know one thing Everybody in this muthaf**a'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 muthaf**in' shots 187 thousand g