Run

Crack backs, heavy on the cash, all night

at the drug site, we hung tight

3:00 in the night, ounces of coke, dirty kicks

money gets low in the street yo, tough times

nickles thats bigger than dimes, you know the flavor

ruffneck city, ain't nothin sweet, kid, ain't nothin pretty

New York, poppin the cork on crime, look at the 9

summertime in the court house, ah shit it wasn't mine

2 to 4, 3 to 9 benatoned it, what

we all ran, fuck grams, you outta luck

young bucks carrying gats, stay strapped for what

we all slipped through the po-lig nobody bust

freeze, we in the breeze with the blunts

nobody drop the trees or they fronts

meet on the roof, look off at the front, play low

watch out for po-po, thats how it go

three in the whip, we not that legit though, run for the gusto

peep Marcel and Brown comin around, dippin the loco

run, if you ever got somethin on you, son

you best a run, be off the set, jet, bounce on the projects

season of evict, weed in your piss and parole gots to have it

slide like a rabbit, move quick, this is it

hang jump from the fire escape, I made it

drop the clip, fingerprints all on it, ah, fuck those bullets

I'm losin my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my travel

dance on em, and ah, fuck the whip, make my heart skip

caught up in the drug traffic, I astounded, surrounded by the outfit

one twentieth tried to knock my whole click

run, these black boys that take none

don't cop out the shit, take the three to six and add that shit

Run, if you ever pack a nice size gun

Run, if you sell drugs to your dun

Run, be the fuck out, word to god run hard

Between two cars we park, pepper got sparked

in the dark heads scramble at the six ooh

spys lookin at you, one, two, oh, lookin too

how you roll what you stole, let me see you go

nah, fuck you, if you wasn't a cop I might bust you, I don't trust you

coppers lust over my crew, forget a curfew

we gather in the plaza to jerk through

3-60 with the crime waves, modern day slave, 1st-1 to peel, it's not real

plant that, as a matter of fact, we crack em down

us against brown, run fast like you ran track

never look back, push the Acc on the sidewalk

crash, toss the heat and tear ass

zig zag till you reach your stash

Run, if you sell drugs to your dun

Run, be the fuck out, word to god run hard

Me and the god back to back 1-85 with the 4-5, survive that chase,

you took case, even though I remember ya face

Even though I seen you rollin there

bowlin in green kid, this cream'll get you rocked, knocked if you don't run

don't grab my jacket dun, get the fuck off, break north

or go to jail, word life is trife, on the block it's too hot

you got my man shot, nigga run

we wylin on Staten Island, it's one thing bein in the bing

and not smilin on the gate, it's too late

fate held you over, jakes runnin for snakes

the white rover, with the plates burn down Gee street

comin from outta state, see me in the drivers seat

coolin without the I-D, it's not me, babylons to the god, D-I-V-I-N-E

Run, if you sell drugs to their dun

Run, if you pack a nice sized gun

Run, if you wanna still have fun

Run, be the fuck out, word to god run hard

Mother fucker, run, mother fucker, run