Murder Music - Mixed

(The wrong nigga to fuck with)

You can't run away from yourself, ay
Can't run away from yourself, no-no
Yeah, ohh-whoa, ay
Can't run away from yourself, ay
Can't run away from yourself, no-no (fuck it)
A-wa-wa, get, get, get, get out

In a di street, tings a get rougher than rough
In a di street, every day a gunshot a buss
In a di street, police them a pull-out handcuffs
In a di street, another ghetto youth locked up

In a di street, tings a get rougher than rough
In a di street, every day a gunshot a buss
In a di street, police them a pull-out handcuffs
Another ghetto youth dem just locked up

In a di street, ting dem a clap in a di street
Everyman strap in a di street
Is a trap in a di street
Haffi know da map in a di street
Wrong turn, your kids get kidnap in a di street, yo

Haffi wise when you drop in a di street
Can't take a nap in a your vehics
Man will thief out your four tyre left your hubcap in a di street
Make you nah go back in a di street
When mi say in a di street

You can't run away from yourself, ay
Can't run away from yourself, no-no (in a di street)
Ohh-whoa, ay (in a di street)
Can't run away from yourself, ay
Can't run away from yourself, no-no
Get, get, get, get out

In a di street