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Look at the little porch monkeys
Fuckin' jiggaboo

My ancestor Kunta Kinte said
We come over to this bitch smiling on a banana boat
(And they fucked our bitches and raped them)
They give a muthafuckin'

(They called us nigga, call us)
Fuckin' what
They never told us what the fuck we came over here for
(Call us jiggaboos)

And did deals with the Indians
(Wild Coyotes)
Ain't no fuckin' body ever did no deals
With no black folks

We run away slaves
(Run nigga run)
They say we free, then put guns till our head
We run away slaves
(Run nigga run)
They say we free, then put guns till our head

We run away slaves
(Run nigga run)
They say we free, then put guns till our head
We run away slaves
(Run from the police)
They say we free, then put guns till our head

Now the cops try to arrest me and these bitches wanna test me
My [Incomprehensible] scream P don't let the master get the best of me
The game got me crazy, I'm fucked up I can't sleep
They put dope on boats and planes and did deals with the enemy

That's us, some say in God we fuckin' trust
The slavery's fuckin' over but the world is messed up
Black on black crime, baby, you poor or you blind
Life is a welfare line and the homies they doin' time

Some niggas they switch for a lighter sentence or they snitch
The ghetto is a bitch, niggas live to get rich
Then they slam my fuckin' dreams like B-ball
Killin' chickens and pigs, just to feed the white hogs

No houses, no meals, no seven acres
Put us in the projects put us on dope and playa hate us
Now lady heroin steady gettin' money
Ms. Cocoa leaf and weed, damn they gettin' blunted

And my homies steady dyin', mothers steady cryin'
I'm walkin' the straight line keepin' my people off the grind
Probation and parole, niggaz in four doors
This ain't for the radio but you run away poor folks

We run away slaves
(Run nigga run)
They say we free, then put guns till our head
We run away slaves
(Run nigga run)
They say we free, then put guns till our head

We run away slaves
(Run nigga run)
They say we free, then put guns till our head
We run away slaves
(Run nigga run)
They say we free, then put guns till our head

(Nigga run)
For all the muthafuckin' runaways out there
I mean, all us niggas that been incarcerated
By technology, by life, by the judicial system
(Run nigga run)
By the white folks or even the black folks that think they white

(Even the haters)
Martin Luther King was a run away slave
Jesse Jackson a run away slave
Malcom X, he was a run away slave
Mohammed, run away slave

Farrakhan, run away slave
(Run away)
Muthafuckin' No Limit, we run away's
(Me Master P)
From the whole record industry

'Cause we ain't 'bout havin' 15 percent
(I'm a runaway nigga)
We 'bout havin' 100
(I'm 'bout my paper)
We 'bout teachin' other niggas how to get theirs
'Cause we gon' get ours
(You got to)

Y'all get yours, stop hatin'
Break away nigga
(The media)
The chains is still there
(Y'all can't stop us)
And this muthafuckin' black on black crime
(Yeah nigga)

It gotta stop, gotta stop
(Yeah nigga)
Run away slaves
That's just what they want us to do
(But we gon' go to college)
Nigga be all you can be if you a soldier
(We gon' be doctors, we gon' be president)

No Limit Army nigga, No Limit muthafuckin' sports
(We gon be rap stars)
We run away slaves nigga
(Yeah, Maurice Collins)
Takin' over, we bringin' our muthafuckin' athletes home
(Leland Hardy, runaway slave boy)
And we keepin' it real, we keepin' it real
(Sylvester Scott, Edward Hawkins)

No Limit, run away slaves
(Lawyers, politicians)
That's what we 'bout
Keepin' it real, politickin' nigga
(That's what I'm talkin' 'bout)
Black publications
(Doin' what we gotta do)

No more probation and parole
(No more hoes)
Colored folks stickin' together nigga, yeah
I got the car door open nigga get in
For all the run aways out there
(All ya'll run aways)