Vice City Runnin

Lyrics

Intro
M
Skrrt through the haze, whole block on code
Chrome on the seat, eyes on the road
Palm on the wheel, grin on the blade
If I say "go," then the whole thing changes

Verse 1
M
I came up off the curb with a cracked front tooth
Mama said chill, but the streets want proof
Black hoodie, gold watch, dirty old coupe
One hand on the truth, one hand on the loot
I move like a threat when the bassline hits
Chain on my chest and a chip that sticks
Talk too slick, get your whole mouth clipped
I don't need friends, I need quick flips
Late-night runs, cash in a paper sack
Duck from the heat when the rear lights flash
Laugh at the cops, let the engine bark
Leave tire marks like a bite in the dark
Short fuse, cold stare, I don't play polite
I want mine now, not later tonight
Whole room tense when I step inside
You can see the bad in my still-life eyes

Pre-Chorus
M
Count it up fast, don't blink, don't stall
One wrong move and we risk it all
Hear that siren? Let it fade
We own this night till the morning breaks

Chorus
M
Run that, run that, run that, run it back (run it back)
Bad luck, bad luck, hangin' in the crack
Fast lane, hard rain, never look back
Run that, run that, run it back
Wild boys, cold face, money in the stack (money in the stack)
Big talk, dead weight, get ghost, get black
Run that, run that, run it back
We don't fold, we attack

Verse 2
M
My partner in the shadows got a grin like sin
Tat on his neck and a pocket full of wins
He don't say much, he just slides in clean
Pistol in the jacket, two-step mean
We hit that strip where the dealers meet
Bass from the speakers, heat on the street
Girls in the lowriders, gloss on their lips
One look back when we swing past quick
Pockets get fat when the rules get bent
Every job dirty, but the rent gets sent
I seen fake kings with a rented shine
Next week broke, now they out of time
Me, I keep it raw, keep it razor-sharp
Laugh in the smoke with the engine arc
If you want a war, better bring that chest
'Cause I don't miss, I just do it best

Bridge
M
Hold up
Whole crew locked, no panic, no shame
One more hit and we all get paid
Hands up high when the beat drops low
Then we vanish clean in a stolen glow

Chorus
M
Run that, run that, run that, run it back (run it back)
Bad luck, bad luck, hangin' in the crack
Fast lane, hard rain, never look back
Run that, run that, run it back
Wild boys, cold face, money in the stack (money in the stack)
Big talk, dead weight, get ghost, get black
Run that, run that, run it back
We don't fold, we attack

Outro
M
Skrrt, skrrt
If the night wants smoke, then the night gets smoke
I was built for the crawl, for the steal, for the joke
One last look, then the taillights cut
Whole city behind me, and I'm still not done