"'Running'" genre: Hip Hop
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	Moving Around
	CD: Street Team   Label: Foul Flagrant Credits: A.Blount
	Lyrics Song title: Keep Running Written and produced by: Anthony Blount Verse 1: Young snagga tooth Hard headed. Son of my youth Played ball Learned to hustle Before I learn the truth Right from wrong I was told who is concerned Young and black in America The good die young Like Malcolm X All we ever ask is respect That’s why we hit the block and hustle For a chain or a lex To some that’s small talk But to us it’s respect Especially if you all ever knew was neglect Family struggling Moms had beef with pops Police calls Domestic violence When does it stop Pops locked up moms runnin the streets Nobody cares When the children get nothing to eat Being on welfare Only means that ya raised by the streets Chorus: That’s why they told me Ni**a hold it down Slow it down Fu*k it so I move out of town Copped a brick And a couple of pounds Then I made my rounds Doubled up And got the fu*k out of town Made my move, hit the block Now I’m ATL bound Verse 2: So many questions Lost souls seek for direction I was once there lost As I explain my confession First it’s poverty, roaches and rats For minorities The hustle was the light that shine For the majority Being black is a hustle itself Trying to explain to mother fu*kers Believe in ya self We all equal Them crackers they be foolin they self But at the same time Them crackers be gaining they wealth From unity divide and conquer That’s the strategy We suffering poor black, white, and Puerto Ricans Ni**as seeking information Like the northern alliance Ya know the science How the feds got us leaking and lying Life’s a bit*h… you used to be my ni**a and switched Fed time 30 years in a box ni**as is bi*ch That’s the hustle nowadays I’m on the quest to get rich The smell of Henny on my breath While I’m blowing a spliff Chorus Verse 3: I was schooled by the OG’s Ni**as is all the same It’s mother fu*kers with colorful names I am so and so, I’m this I’m that Either mother fu*kers rappin Or they droppin a track it’s crazy How ni**as claiming they down But broke as fu*k In reality ya ni**as is bums Ya’ll got it twisted Hustling ain’t cool… it’s survival… It’s life 24/7 it a roll of the dice death or prison ni**as they be comin up missing even ya closest ni**a be your co-defendant it’s a cut throat low down Survival of the illest The streets be like a shoot out Survival of the realist It’s real When the guns start clappin The blocks ain’t a place for rappin We make it happen Whether robbery or kidnapped It’s phone tapping It’s life Everything comes with a price Chorus

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