his name is johnny heâs got nothing to say
heâs just a bad ass mutha gettingâ in your face
you better hang you head low
low to the ground
âcause weâre droppinâ mad tracks
until weâre feelinâ the sound
itâs the rhymes and the rhythms that youâre used to
with the one-two beats you can dance to
to see the people everywhere in the streets
doinâ time in the jail and whatcha wanta do cause youâre
running with a gun
running with a gun
running running
running with a gun
running with a gun
running running
running with a gun
running with a gun
running running
running with a gun in his hand
all of a sudden i said could you believe
all the corruption and the anger in a society
but the man his stand is near
whipping us all
all itâs armies and itâs leaders
startinâ to fall
no, you donât know
no, you donât know
what time it is
10 seconds flat said itâs what it would take
to make you move donât hesitate
with the eyes and the cameras that are watching around
the enemy is near
and youâre to be found
dead or alive
make no mistake
theyâre gonna blow your punk ass away
âcause youâre
running with a gun
running with a gun
running running
running with a gun
running with a gun
running running
running with a gun
running with a gun
running running
running with a gun in his hand
running with a gun
running with a gun
running running
running with a gun
running with a gun
running running
running with a gun
running with a gun
running running
running with a gun in his hand
