Robert L. Green, Jr., better known by his stage name Spice 1, is an America… Read Full Bio ↴Robert L. Green, Jr., better known by his stage name Spice 1, is an American rapper born in Corsicana, Texas. He has consistently been releasing solo and group albums since 1992. Spice 1 was ranked number 56 in The Source magazine's Top 115 Hip-Hop Artists from 1988–2003. His self-titled debut was also listed in The Source's 100 Best Rap Albums.

Doncha Runaway
Spice 1 Lyrics

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Now don't you run away from my Glock
You can't dodge seventeen mothafuckin' shots
Could somebody pass me a clip and a trigger
Walk across the party pistol whip a nigga
Shit,
I'm comin' up at 'em with the .9's the Glocks and Macs
And they'll never breathe again like Toni Braxton
Cause I don't see nothing wrong with a little brotha jack

So say "what up?" to the 187 FAC
Nappy head ass muthafuckas wearin' plats
Kickin' back like a muthafucka slangin' sex
Ready to peel a nigga cap if they got the nap
So if you're funkin' with the FAC
Better to stay strapped
Cause we'll be comin' up at your back with the black Gat
Nigga, and you be feelin' kinda fucked up
When your homie dropped, it's simple
You can't run away from my Glock

[Chorus: x2]
Doncha runaway
From my Nine
There's no place to hide
I'm gonna get you by and by

Spiggedy one kickin' dat ass with some lay back shit
The trigga-happy nigga, I figure
Niggas won't want to step to me
If they know I'll be bustin' caps
I roll straps niggas take naps
Cause I don't be fuckin' around
When it comes to bustin' that steel
I'm too real, niggas feeel me
When I kick this gangsta ass shit that you never heard
But fuck what you've heard
I smokes niggas like Herb
Put your ass smooth on ice
So nigga don't be two proud to beg
For your mothafuckin' life
Cause Nine Kelly I'ma make 'em stutter
Make 'em drop, nigga
You can't run away from my Glock

[Chorus: x2]

Comin' like the Lench Mobb swingin' on the vine
Bailin' out peace to my mothafuckin' Nine
Pullin' my cap back ready to serve they ass
Givin' a fuck about what the next nigga done up in the past
Nigga, I like to let a nigga have a bloody body
Don't think I'm bad, no box and no karate
Just a big fat Gat for them suckas
I ain't scared to you muthafuckas
Shit, and nigga that's how it be
"rollin' with my mothafuckin' strap on the side of me"
So don't come at me with that shit
'Bout you gon' gaffle me up
I cock your cranium like the mothafuckin' ?, nigga
So keep your hand on your pistol grip
Bullets whistlin' and shit
Feel like a fuckin' missile when they hit
And I advice you to stay on the lurk
Cause if you funkin' with my niggas
You gon' put in some work, nigga

[Chorus: x2]

Yeah nigga
You knew you couldn't fuck wid this G
Would you want to step to me
Fault, hoe, haha
Spiggedy One whippin' on that ass
Ant Banks in the mothafuckin' house
My nigga Omar
My nigga knocced out muthafucka drunk and shit
This nigga Jamar lay down the mothafuckin' studio
Drunk in tha muthafucka
You know what I'm sayin'
But you know one thing
Everybody in this muthafucka's strapped
You know what I'm sayin'
And nobody comin' up short
So don't try to run away from my Glock

Can't dodge seventeen mothafuckin' shots
187 thousand G

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Spice 1’s song “Doncha Runaway” are a powerful commentary on gun violence and gang culture. The song is essentially a warning to anyone who would dare to mess with Spice 1 or his gang, warning them not to run from his gun because they won’t be able to escape the hail of bullets he will unleash upon them. The lyrics are filled with references to glocks, pistols, and other weapons, and they suggest that Spice 1 and his crew are not to be trifled with.

One interesting thing about the song is the way that it reflects the culture of gang violence that was prevalent in many American cities during the 1990s. At the time, many young men and women were getting caught up in gangs, often because they felt that they had no other options. Gangs offered a sense of community, but they also came with a lot of violence and danger. Songs like “Doncha Runaway” reflect the realities of that world, and they offer a glimpse into the mindset of the people who lived it.

Another interesting aspect of the song is the way that it uses music to convey a powerful message about the dangers of gun violence. The lyrics are delivered with a sense of urgency and menace, and the beat is heavy and intense. This creates a mood that is both exhilarating and terrifying, drawing the listener into a world of guns, drugs, and danger.

Line by Line Meaning

Now don't you run away from my Glock
Don't try to escape from me and my gun

You can't dodge seventeen mothafuckin' shots
You won't be able to avoid getting hit by seventeen bullets

Could somebody pass me a clip and a trigger
Can someone give me a magazine and a gun's trigger

Walk across the party pistol whip a nigga
Casually go through the crowd and hit someone with your gun

Cause I don't see nothing wrong with a little brotha jack
I don't think there's anything wrong with robbing people

So say "what up?" to the 187 FAC
Greet the 187 FAC, a gang known for murder

Kickin' back like a muthafucka slangin' sex
Relaxing like someone who sells sex

Ready to peel a nigga cap if they got the nap
Prepared to shoot someone in the head if they appear to be sleeping or unconscious due to drugs

So if you're funkin' with the FAC
If you are having problems with the 187 FAC

Better to stay strapped
You should also carry a gun with you

Cause we'll be comin' up at your back with the black Gat
Because we will approach you from behind with a black handgun

Spiggedy one kickin' dat ass with some lay back shit
Spiggedy One is taking a laid-back approach to delivering his message

I roll straps niggas take naps
I carry guns around and shoot people who get in my way

Cause Nine Kelly I'ma make 'em stutter
I will cause people to stutter in fear of me with my gun

Pullin' my cap back ready to serve they ass
Cocking my gun and preparing to shoot them

Givin' a fuck about what the next nigga done up in the past
Not caring about the previous actions of other gang members

Nigga, I like to let a nigga have a bloody body
I enjoy killing people and seeing them with blood on their body

So don't come at me with that shit
Don't confront me with any problems or issues

Bullets whistlin' and shit
The sound of bullets flying through the air

And I advice you to stay on the lurk
I advise you to be cautious and watchful

You knew you couldn't fuck wid this G
You knew you couldn't mess with me

Spiggedy One whippin' on that ass
Spiggedy One is beating up someone or delivering a message with force

Ant Banks in the mothafuckin' house
Ant Banks is present at the location

My nigga knocced out muthafucka drunk and shit
My friend is passed out drunk

This nigga Jamar lay down the mothafuckin' studio
Jamar is resting in the recording studio

But you know one thing
But there is one important fact

Nobody comin' up short
No one is going to lose their lives

Can't dodge seventeen mothafuckin' shots
It's impossible to avoid being hit with seventeen bullets

187 thousand G
187,000 people known to be associated with violent crimes

Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ALLEN ALVOID JONES, ALLEN ALVOID JONES, JR., ANTHONY ("ANT BANKS") BANKS, CHARLES LEONARD ALLEN, FRANK C. THOMPSON, HARVEY JOE HENDERSON, JAMES ALEXANDER, JAMES EDWARD ALEXANDER, LARRY DODSON, LARRY CHARLES DODSON, LLOYD ED SMITH, MICHAEL EDWARD BEARD

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