His name is Johnny hes got nothing to say
Hes just a bad ass motha getting in your face
You better hang your head low, low to the ground
Cause were dropping mad tracks until were feeling the sound
Its the rhymes and the rhythms that youre used to
With the one-two beats you can dance to
And to the people everywhere in the streets
Doin time in the jail aint whatcha wanna do
Cause youre 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 dont know, what time it is
Ten seconds flat said is what it will take
To make your move dont hesitate
With the eyes and the camers as that are watchin around
The enemy is near and youre to be found
Dead or alive make no mistake
Theyre gonna blow your punk ass away
Cause youre runnin with a gun
Runnin with a gun, runnin
Runnin with a gun in his hand
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