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L7 Runnin From The Law

're running And hiding Runnin' Runnin' from the law Runnin' Runnin' from the law Runnin' from the law Runnin' from the Runnin' from the Runnin' from the law

at your face Soon as they get word, hope your friends don't desert And valet got your Benz parked next to the curb You ain't a gangster, L7 Quick to bail

are a disloyal husband! Look, it's true. l shoot him. But it was self-defense. He was trying to burgle me. [Martin Harrison] From what l hear, he's

suckers got me runnin' from the bank Civil liberty I can't see to pay a fee I never saw a way to pay a sap to read the law Then become a victim of a

out I'm not tryin to tell ya what to do You have your own freedom of choice who to listen to You knew good from bad, fair from foul, right from wrong

too I'm D.B.C., from the home of the G's And the V.L.'s, bustin' 17 in ya C-L..K Ya body don' got carried away Mississippi til' I die bitch so have a

addin' woes That's how da way it goes Then U think I rank never drank, point blank I own loans Suckers got me runnin' from the bank Civil liberty

my brother We runnin' this rap shit We runnin' this rap shit (yeah, we runnin' it) Jedi Mind, we runnin' this rap shit (yeah we runnin' that shit) the

My rap's red hot - 110 degrees So don't start bassin' I'll start placin' Bets on that you'll be disgracing You and your mind from a beatin' from my