Run (feat. Jadakiss)

Ayo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground

The pound fell, cops is comin'

Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'

Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summons

So I stopped at the second floor, ran across

Cracks is fallin', my pockets is mean, clean when I vanished off

Took off, made track look easy

The walkie-talkies them D.T.s had, Black, they was rated PG

Run, I will not give up, no, quick, flag the car down (Yo, yo, yo)

Take me to—Ghost, here they come now

Rrt, pull off quick, back up

Hit the bitch dog, turn down Hill, light the Marley spliff

Run, I will not get bagged on a rock

Run, I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops

Run, they amp shit, plant shit, destroy evidence

Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty-six (No)

Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks

Before I let these crackers throw me in shit

Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop

Curve, swerve and get served, these cocksuckers got nerve

Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word

That I told the chief of Rich Port I don't wanna merge

Run if you sell drugs in the school zone

Run if you gettin' chased with no shoes on

Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns

They givin' out life, like, by the tons

Run if you ain't do shit, you it

That next felony, ****, is life, three-zip

So, run, hop fences, jump over benches

When you see me comin', get the fuck out the entrance

Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns, motherfucker

It's task force Tuesday, the narcs is in the black car

I got five hundred hundred-packs in my backyard

Clear twelve-twelves that look like stuffed shells

I'm cuttin' ****' throats on the sales while they puff Ls

Don't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything

I learned from the OGs to save everything

They come by one more time, they gon' hop out

They two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out

Then I can get rid of the pack

But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that, uh

Downshiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me

Besides that, I got about five years on me (Run)

Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me (Run)

My Timbs start feelin' like they Nike Airs on me (Run)

It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Thruway

My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way

Now I'm tryna hold my hammer up, and my pants too

If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do

Rather it be the streets than jail where I die at

And I'm asthmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at

But they too close and I got this new toast

Imagine if I would've let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do

Run if you sell drugs in the school zone

Run if you gettin' chased with no shoes on

Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns

They givin' out life, like, by the tons

Run if you ain't do shit, you it

That next felony, ****, is life, three-zip

So, run, hop fences, jump over benches

When you see me comin', get the fuck out the entrance

Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns, motherfucker