Run

Where you going? Aren't you scared we'll get you?

Look for me all you want, you're not gonna find me though

Hey!

Crack bags heavy on the cash all night

At the drug site we hung tight

3 o'clock in the night, ounces of blow dirty kicks

Money gets low in the street yo

Tough times, nickles that's bigger than dimes

You know the flavor

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

New York be poppin' the cork on crime look at the nine

Summertime in the courthouse, aw shit it wasn't mine

Two to four, three to nine, Benetton'd it what

We all ran, fuck grams, you outta luck

Young bucks carryin' gats, stay strapped for what

We all slip from the po-lig, nobody bust

Freeze! We in the breeze with the blunts

Nobody drop they trees or they front

Meet up on the roof, look off the front, play low

Watch out for po'-po', that's how it go, three in the whip

We not that legit though, run for the gusto

Peep Marcel and Brown comin' around dippin' the logo

Run if you ever got somethin' on you son

You best to run, be off the set

Jet, bounce from the projects, season of the vick

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

"Aw fuck those bullets!" I'm losin' my pants

I advance my speed, succeed in my travel

Dance on 'em, in a fucked up whip

Make my heart skip, caught up in the drug traffic

I absconded, surrounded by the outfit

120th tried to knock my whole clique

Run! These black boys that take none

Don't cop out to shit, take the three to six

And you add that shit, run!

If you ever pack a nice sized gun, run!

If you sell drugs 'til you're done, 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

Spies lookin at you 1-2-O 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

360 with the crime wave, modern day slave

Reversal on appeal, it's not real, plant that

As a matter of fact we crackin' down, us against Brown

Run fast like you ran track

Never look back push the Ac' on the sidewalk

Crash, toss the heat and tear ass

Zigzag 'til you reach your stash, run!

If you sell drugs 'til you done, run!

Be the fuck out! Word to God, run hard

Me and the God back to back 185 with the .45

Survive that tape, you took cape, even though I remember your face

Even though we seen you rollin' near Bowling and Greene kid

This cream'll get you robbed, knocked if you don't run

Don't grab my jacket done, 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, ****, run!

We wildin' 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 driver's seat

Coolin' without the ID, it's not me

That belongs to the God, D-I-V-I-N-E, run!

If you sell drugs 'til they done, run!

If you ever pack a nice-sized gun, run!

If you wanna still have fun, run!

Be the fuck out, word to God, run hard motherfucker

Run, motherfucker, run