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Soundtrack: Derailed Title: Johnny (Rular Rah) [Intro: Rular Ruh] Uh-huh, Rular Rah, hundred bars It's a warning, for real, come on I'm in this right now... it doesn't matter What neighborhood... [Chorus: sample] Johnny didn't run, Johnny got his gun Just like everyone, in the name of God Ahhhhh, and Johnny didn't run... [Rular Rah] When I pop the trunk, that means that I'm ready to dump With some AK hollows that'll cherish you chumps You better give up, floating in the Hudson River I got a real itchy finger and it loves the trigger Don't get it twisted, this is no motion picture Make your dreams go away with your hopes and wishes I rose the gold, paper in the triple digits And I stand real tall, y'all think small as midgets I warned you dicks, Rular rep the east and west And got goons on my payroll that'll eat your chest I breathe respect, I told you this was dangerous And the well known fact, you can't fuck with us So turn me up... [Chorus] [Rular Rah] Around here, it ain't nothing sweet And I'mma let you know a couple of things, don't fuck with me Big screen so the trucks can see, just luxury So don't make things u-g-ly I bust heat for the code of the streets, I'm cold as can be And pack a mack eleven pound of weed Breathe deep or get put to sleep, I'm playing for keeps You suckers yap but what y'all talk is cheap Bitch nigga, get up off of me, I'm just released So give me room while I cock and squeeze Splat ya brain like pasta cheese, straight Ruckerway, Queens The ambulance'll cut you out of your jeans The doctors returning all of your things, no heart, no pulse Use your brains, when you're fucking with me The doctors return all of your things No heart, no pulse, use your brains, when you fucking with me, nigga [Chorus] [Rular Rah] It's a reason why I talk like this, the way I dress The way I look, stay focused, and I walk like this I'm from a place where dreams don't exist Everyday a new crime, a new body scratched off the list This ain't love, this the way life is, it ain't the kids It's the guns and the drugs that make life like this The state we living is so priceless I can't go to the park and play ball, because my moms is sick I got a hit to lick, I'm tired of this shit Same clothes, no food, it ain't fair, I thought my pop dukes cared At twelve, I was considered a man I gotta do anything to make a meal, I gotta think of a plan It's like my feet would just sink in the sand I'm on the streets everyday, try'nna make it, asking God for a chance But on a mission, I gotta walk like a man I was born by myself, so I guess I gotta go like I came, Johnny [Chorus 4X] Back to the Derailed Soundtrack |