*All units, code 4
Suspect´s wearing a black leather jacket, black boots
Carrying a nunchuck
6 3 foot pursuit southbound, suspect male black, black jacket and jeans*
Ten Wanted men
Ten Wanted Men
It´s ten of us and we´re all wanted
Wanted dead or alive
And ain´t comin´ with that [?]
On The Run, don´t wanna end up in 201 Pop
For my nationwide n#gg#s in Memphis Tennessey, 201 Poplar Ave
That´s the adress of the country prison
You ask me do you think I´m going?
Shit, I already been my n#gg#
Runnin’ while I’m gunnin’
Can’t look back cause police comin’
Ain’t no fun on the run
But I don’t wanna end up in 201
Killing these b#tches and leavin’ these snitches in ditches
When they tell my business, Vamping
Creepin’ through the dark in your backyard
Oh my god, as I start take a n#gg# riches
On the run, gotta get away from the po-po
Tommy gettin’ caught is a no-no
Loco, running out of breath
Only one chance left, hit his #ss with a blast of a .44
Hide out, time for me to ride out
Slide out a clip for a grip
Put it back full of hollow tips
Then I shoot, a stranger, his pain
But never burn danger, one in da chamber
Gotta be down to kill when I peel a n#gg# cap
I kinda stab a n#gg# slug in his back
n#gg#s in Memphis thought Tommy was phony
n#gg#s in the hood didn’t believe I was Wanted
Cause a n#gg# tried to go straight just selling tapes
Chris shooting n#gg#s, play slugs got a straight ace
Soon as I tried to change
5-0 ran me down
Same thang so I’m back to sellin ‘cain
Money won’t rearrange me, I will never change G, just for a minute had to chill
On the run from the Narcs and the cops hot
Tommy Wright still real, still kill, still trill
Runnin’ while I’m gunnin’
Can’t look back cause police comin’
Ain’t no fun on the run
But I don’t wanna end up in 201
Project Pimp on the run, police got me hiding, got me scared
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Tommy Wright III Lyrics – On The Run