Niggas runnin' out they mouth but they never pop out I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out All my niggas on fifty, so you know we hopped out Mobbed out, opps out, we gon' show what we about All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang

What have I done? Sweet Jesus, what have I done? Become a thief in the night Become a dog on the run Have I fallen so far And is the hour so late That nothing remains but the cry of my hate The cries in the dark that nobody hears Here where I stand at

Walk on, yeah, yeah Take a look around And tell me what you can see I guess that all depends on Exactly what you want it to be Don't know all the answers Everybody's running away, hey If you want to win the game Then you know it's a shame not to play

This is not Hollywood, like I understand Is not Hollywood, like, like, like Run away, run away, is there anybody there? Get away, get away, get away Oh, oh, oh, oh Like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like (runaway) (Oh, oh, oh, oh) I've got a

"Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird" Why oh why must you swoop through the hood like everybody from the hood is up to no good. You think all the girls around here are trickin' up there lookin' like Super chicken At night I see your light through my

Nobody saw him running from sixteenth avenue. They never found the fingerprint or the weapon that was used. But someone killed country music, cut out its heart and soul. They got away with murder down on music row. The almighty dollar and the lust for

No escaping pain You belong to me Clinging on to life By the skin o'my teeth I had wrists donning slits Flowing constantly My broken body in a wreck Wrapped around a tree A crosswalk hit and run

It's a crazy town full of neon dreams, Everybody plays everybody sings, Hollywood with a touch of twang, Bend those strings till the Hank comes out, Make all the drunk girls scream and shout, We love it we hate it we're all just trying to make it, In

Everybody's working out doing twelve ounce curls Fishing for the line that'll kick her heart into gear Hey brother, need another over here Got the Kid Rock good time playlist on Some drunk dude's in the crowd yelling, let's get weird, y'all Brought to

Goin' to run all night, goin' to run all day I'll bet my money on the bobtail nag, somebody bet on the bay. Well, I came down there with my hat caved in Oh I'll go back home with my pocket full of tin oh doo-dah day Well, the Camptown ladies sing this