Run

Lyrics

[Intro: Masked Avenger movie sample] "'Where you going? Aren't you scared we'll get you?' "Look for me all you want—you're not gonna find me though" [Verse 1] Crack backs heavy on the cash all night At the drug site, we hung tight Three o'clock in the night, ounces of blow, dirty kicks Money gets low in the street, yo Tough times, nickels 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 crim,e 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 carrying gats, stay strapped for what We all safe from the po-lig, nobody bust "FREEZE!" We in the breeze with the blunts Nobody drop the trees or they fronts 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 vic' Weed in your piss and parole gots ta 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 [Verse 2] Between two cars we park, pepper got sparked In the dark, heads scramble at the six-ooh Spies 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 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 Zig-zag 'til you reach your stash—run! If you sell drugs 'til you're done—run! Be the fuck out! Word to God, run hard [Verse 3] Me and the God back to back, one-eight-five with the .45 Survive that shit, you took case, even though I remember your face Even though we seen you rollin' near Bowling and Green, kid This cream'll get you robbed, knocked if you don't run Don't grab my jacket, dunn, 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 whylin' 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 G 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 [Outro] Run, motherfucker, run