[Z-Ro]
I pledge allegiance, to getting my cash on
Either ligalo with a glock, and my mask on
I gotta go get it, cause I got an appetite
Down to run up in your residence, and blast on sight
It`s for the paper it`s for the bread, it`s for the feddy
Seventeen stash spots, between the Dodge and the Chevy
Fuck the whole wide world, it`s just me and my songs
Constantly moving on, to find a better place to call home
Keep running, but always look where you going
Whether it`s sunny or snowing, them people`ll kick your do` in
They keep coming, I had to gather up my rocks
And relocate blocks, and set up my shop away from the cops
Cause I`m a hustler, slash all that
With plenty Christian in the background, for fall backs
That mean I got a plan, B-C and D-E-F-G excetera
Z-Ro running game, two thousand two steps ahead of you
[Hook]
Keep running
Keep on running
[Mr. Drastic]
I`m on a whole nother level, now I`m running for the devil
When I finally get the shovel, I`ma bury him mayn
Bringing true to the game, so I`m putting God first
No burden I can`t handle, I done been through the worst
Now it`s time for the better, me and Ro getting setter
Drop the top in rainy weather, and I`m loving it mayn
From the cradle to the grave, no more being a slave
When you see me best believe me, I be off of the chain
Gripping the grain doing the thang, with Gene and Day
Screaming my name, before I go on I make em pay
Business first, making sure my money is straight
I`m loving the hate, because it`s keeping food on the plate
It`s later and Ro, yeah you know we running the show
Getting the do`, rapper slash CEO
Wherever I go, I always be the number one stunning
So you better keep on running
[Hook - 2x]
[O-N-E]
Everyday is a struggle, so I gotta get up and get it
I`m dodging the federalies, trying to stack my mill ticket
It`s wicked up in these streets, if you don`t work you don`t eat
That`s why my eyes are wide open, never falling asleep
I roll O-N-E deep, cause I don`t need no niggas
They hold you down everytime, when you trying to stack figgas
I`m clutching chrome plated triggas, that`s keeping these bitches running
Faster than Forest Gump, that twist and turn when they coming
I been a hustler for a hustler, was even thinking of hustling
And sold every kinda drug, and that`s the end of discussion
I`m not trusting nan nigga, nan bitch or friend
Because they all turn fraud, in the god damn end
I`m dropping rhymes and wreckes, and my sixteens is cold
No baking soda it`s over, I`m mixing O-N-E do`
When it`s finally wrapped in plastic, then shipped to the stores
We`ll be them seven figga niggas, O-N-E and Z-Ro
[Hook - 4x]
