Run Nigga Run - Pooh Man

A lot of my Eastside partners are dyin' fast 
And it ain't for natural causes  fool  they catchin' a blast 
Tim  Yogi  Bruce and James 
pick up the newspaper  fool  and it's all familiar names 
Brothas i grew up with and do up with 
Partners killin' partners  man  that's the cold shit 
Gots me spooked to hang with the fellas 
Cause you never know when the nextman's gettin' jealous 
Cause I've seen some cold shit: 
Brothas gettin' killed over the words of a bitch 
Now tell me what that be like, player 
But in the Oaktown ain't no rules, nigga 
Everything's fair, hah! 
And the main fact is a bullet 
He's got his finger on the trigga 
And he'll damn sure pull it 
This defines ghetto mentality, right? 
But it all so got a player runnin' for his life... 

I walked to my homie's funeral last week 
Tears rolled down his mama's cheek 
And it made me think: 
I never tripped when i was gunnin' and funnin' 
But the things i did in past got me duckin', dodgin, runnin' 
And it ain't that i'm scared but if a fool starts to blastin' 
It ain't like I'm gonna stand there 
See, moms allready lost my brotha 
So I keeps my vest on when I roam in the gutter 
But we droppin' like flies 
What's goin' on the Eastside can't be denied 
Remember when we used to box? 
But nowadays we grabbin' A.K.'s 
And be bringin' down the whole block 
And little kids gettin' gaught up in the crossfire 
Before he reaches a teens he's expired 
12 years old and it's a damn shame 
Layin' in the middle of the nearest lane, hah! 
And it brings tears to my eyes, damn! 
We got'em runnin' for their lifes..