Runnin With A Gun - Slightly Stoopid

His name is Johnny he’s got nothing to say

He’s just a bad ass motha getting in your face

You better hang your head low, low to the ground

Cause we’re dropping mad tracks until were feeling the sound

It’s the rhymes and the rhythms that you’re used to With the one-two beats you can dance to And to the people everywhere in the streets

Doin time in the jail ain’t whatcha wanna do Cause you’re runnin with a gun

Runnin’with a gun, runnin'

Runnin’with a gun in his hand

All of a sudden I sad could you believe

All the corruption and the anger in a society

With the madness that is here within us all

All its armies and its leaders are startin to fall

No you don’t know, what time it is Ten seconds flat said is what it will take

To make your move don’t hesitate

With the eyes and the camers as that are watchin around

The enemy is near and you’re to be found

Dead or alive make no mistake

They’re gonna blow your punk ass away

Cause you’re runnin with a gun

Runnin’with a gun, runnin'

Runnin’with a gun in his hand