[Juvenile]
  I be comin' up wit da glock toy
  You can stop boy
  You ain't heard I'm off tha block boy
  Chipp-pedy chop boy
  Off in ya cut is where I'm layin
  Ready fo' sprayin'
  Soon as I see yo face and hand
  I ain't wit dat playin'
  My daddy showed me how to play it in a situation
  My daddy tol' me I ain't shit wit outta occupation
  So I played the game
  Bust yo head if you said my name
  I had some of deez niggaz scared I came
  I kno' some niggaaz out tha (mag)nolia that'll ride fo' me
  I kno' some niggaz hollin' solja dat a die fo' me
  T.C., L.T., Magnolia and six
  Oh you want some of dat fire dope you can score in da bricks
  You disrespectin' my mind cuz you keep comin' short
  I might hitcha wit dat iron cuz you need ta be taught
  You keep showing yo teeth cuz you thank its a joke
  You mus thank deez bullets ain't real and you ain't gon git smoke
  
  [Chorus]
  Now if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gotta gun
  You betta run for it, run for it, run
  And if ya too deep in some beef and dem boyz bout ta come
  You betta run for it, run for it, run
  If ya ain't gotta strap but cho enemy got one
  You betta run for it, run for it, run
  And if you git into it wit a cash money brotha
  You betta run for it, run for it, run
  
  [Lil Wayne]
  I be in all black sometimes
  Sometimes I be jumpin out trees in camouflage
  Me and Juvenile got two keys we bout ta ride
  Dem boyz playin wit da U.P.T. well dey gots to die
  Man its that deep
  It's a tragedy
  That you can test me
  Heard I run in houses don't put it past me
  Hell look boy you betta tell deez niggaz
  Fo' I mask up and try ta kill deez niggaz
  You'ont' want my stress troubles
  I be back in 2 hummers and 5 lex-bubbles
  Wa my big brother Juvy
  Tol' me not to eva letta nigga screw me
  Tol' me if I eva did he would do me
  Gave me two guns and sent me round dey shootin'
  And then they start runnin'
  Hardest niggaz on tha block started actin like a woman
  Tha 4-foot stranger in ya area bustin'
  Load it up and slide it in
  Cock it back pop it out we ridin
  ??? ? I'll run in a busta spot
  I'll sit on a busta porch
  I'll sleep on a busta block
  Apply five and then let go
  !Bang! Lil' cowards keep playin, get hurt
  Motha-flirk see I'ont' curse
  But'll wet up yo shirt
  Look all my enemy's see me comin
  All my enemy's peeeeeeeeeuuuunggggggghhhhh be runnin'
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Juvenile]
  You thank I'm playin-a somthin Lil Woo dey' I ain't trippin'
  Tha beef started last week and dem niggaz still be hittin'
  Two children got killed and a ol' lady got hit
  Look I'm bout ta git tha fuck cuz I ain' got no time fo' dis shit
  Now you can be comin' through
  And runnin to a gun if you feel
  That they ain't gon' do you shit cuz ya real
  I'ont' wanna be witcha when its hapning either
  I probally be some where ducked off takin a nap wit my people
  I'd rather see it on T.V. than see it in person
  Having my fucking' head hurtin'
  When dem 30's be burstin'
  Bet if yo beef see ya he ain't gon wait fo' ya dog
  Our all gon' try to rearrange ja face fo' ya dog
  2nd line and round dem clubs ain't no place fo ya dog
  Dem same niggaz you come up wit playa-hatin ya dog
  I see em comin wit choppers and I know they gon' bust
  Lil' Wayne hol' up
  We kiting out sho' nuff'
  
  [Chorus] 2x
  
  Run for it
  Ya betta run for it, run for it
  Ya betta run for it, run for it
  Go git cha gun for it
  
  Ya betta run for it, run for it, run
  Run for it, run for it, run, run for it
  Run for it, run, run for it, run for it, run
  Get cha gun for it , gun for it, gun
  Get cha gun for it gun for it