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His name is Johnny he's got nothing to say He's just a bad ass motha getting in your face You better hang your head low, low to the ground Cause we're dropping mad tracks until were feeling the sound It's the rhymes and the rhythms that you're used to With the one-two beats you can dance to And to the people everywhere in the streets Doin time in the jail ain't whatcha wanna do Cause you're runnin with a gun Runnin' with a gun, runnin' Runnin' with a gun in his hand All of a sudden I sad could you believe All the corruption and the anger in a society With the madness that is here within us all All its armies and its leaders are startin to fall No you don't know, what time it is Ten seconds flat said is what it will take To make your move don't hesitate With the eyes and the camers as that are watchin around The enemy is near and you're to be found Dead or alive make no mistake They're gonna blow your punk ass away Cause you're runnin with a gun Runnin' with a gun, runnin' Runnin' with a gun in his hand From Letras Mania