Letras:
On The Run Lesson Learned

that this is getting me nowhere, nowhere Don't try to talk me into callin' it quits You know I'm only getting started and sometimes you drive me out of my wits I learned a lesson

you die Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high They fucked up when the rob me Put another contract on Mobb Deep [Hussein Fatal] I focus my locus thought on

don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on yah bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches

the sucka that's squealed on a murder? Well, 187 The weapon is kept and ya step and get learned a lesson I grab my Smith & Wesson For punks that run to

Creepin' On Ah Come Up Black Nigga Killa Thuggish Ruggish nigga Nigga fin to descend into a dawn of a new millenium Anticipatin' life without Satan Hatin' on

S GONNA GET IT! TOMMY GUN YOU BETTER STRIP IT DOWN FOR A CUSTOM RUN TOMMY GUN WAITING IN THE AIRPORT 'TILL KINGDOM COME AN' WE CAN WATCH YOU MAKE IT ON

s Gonna Get It! Tommy Gun You Better Strip It Down For A Custom Run Tommy Gun Waiting In The Airport 'Till Kingdom Come An' We Can Watch You Make It On

. It's like love is a lesson, that I can't learn. I make the same mistakes at each familiar turn. I know you can't hold out forever waiting on a diamond

encapture what they eat Save that perhaps their bright unfettered brains Have learned that what grows underneath their feet And in the trees above better sustains A life intent on