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compton av - run ricky run كلمات الأغنية

[intro: doughboy, compton av & tre styles]
either they don’t know…don’t show…or don’t care about what’s goin’ on in the hood
ayoo meco, we started this sh-t
y’all n-ggas hurry up, go in there and buck them n-ggas and get the f-ck out and don’t be playin’
yo, w-ssup now, partner?
ricky!

[verse 1: compton av]
run ricky run
you n-ggas better get home, ’cause here them n-ggas come
them n-ggas sprintin’ them corners askin’ where n-ggas from
so if you bang in the hood, better go get a gun
i lost too many homies to this bullsh-t
so i went and bought a chopper with the wood grip
all these unsolved murders got the hood lit
sh-t was just all good, then they pulled this
man, these young n-ggas trippin, tryna catch their first body
hangin’ out the window with that double barrel shottie
caught them walkin’ from the store, then the n-gga head shottie
boys in the hood, you wanna see a dead body

[pre-hook: compton av]
n-gga i don’t need no help, ’cause n-gga i’m my own shooter
i could do it all by myself, ’cause i’m the driver and the shooter
i’m on one, trip and slide with two k’s and a ruger
bullets hit that boy in his back, had me screamin’ hallelujah

[hook: compton av]
run ricky run, ricky run, ricky run
run ricky run, ricky run, ricky run
run ricky run, ricky run, ricky run
run ricky run, ricky run, ricky run

[verse 2: mr. maggic]
run ricky run, ricky run, ricky run (run ricky)
tryna take some’ from me, n-gga must be dumb (n-gga)
i got a glock in the trunk with a funky drum (rrah)
don’t wanna be a dead body, boy you better run
real street n-gga, i don’t do this sh-t for fun (no)
n-ggas talkin’ cash sh-t, but livin’ like a bum (bum)
is you dumb, mr. maggic i’m the chosen one (n-gga)
n-ggas wanna be me, n-gga i’m the only one (n-gga)
n-gga where you been, i’ve been up out the way (money)
trappin’ and grindin’, i’m tryna see a brighter day (ayy)
n-gga f-ckin’ with the gang, boy you outta place (place)
n-gga in my lane, a chopper knock him out the way

[hook: compton av]
run ricky run, ricky run, ricky run
run ricky run, ricky run, ricky run
run ricky run, ricky run, ricky run
run ricky run, ricky run, ricky run

[verse 3: mac ace]
run n-gga run, they sayin’ that n-gga got a gun
i’m from the slums, where we playin’ with the f-ckin’ drums
you pull it out, you better bust, n-gga get it done
’cause i’ll let you slump, thinkin’ like a f-ckin’ sponge
two shots got ’em singin’ hallelujah (hallelujah)
now f-ck a uber, i’m the driver and the shooter
it’s man down when i’m slidin’ with my ruger
these n-ggas is outta bounds, they be thuggin’ on computers
i wake up early in the mornin’, ready to pop sh-t (pop sh-t)
hood love, a n-gga keep the block lit (block lit)
be on some catch a n-gga slippin’ on this block sh-t (block sh-t)
a n-gga rolled down the window, empty out the glock clip like…
-gunshots-

[pre-hook: compton av]
n-gga i don’t need no help, ’cause i’m my own shooter
i could do it all by myself, ’cause i’m the driver and the shooter
i’m on one, trip and slide with two k’s and a ruger
bullets hit that boy in his back, had me screamin’ hallelujah

[hook: compton av]
run ricky run, ricky run, ricky run
run ricky run, ricky run, ricky run
run ricky run, ricky run, ricky run
run ricky run, ricky run, ricky run

[outro]
i thought k!llin’ those fools would make me feel good
but really it didn’t make me feel anything
i just knew that i could k!ll somebody…

- compton av

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