Run

作词 : Robert Diggs/Darryl Hill

作曲 : Robert Diggs/Darryl Hill

Crack backs heavy on the cash all night

At the drug site we hung tight

Three o'clock 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 be poppin the cork on crime look at the nine

Summertime in the court house ??? shit whats mine

Two to four three to nine benatoned it what

We all ran coke grams, you outta luck

Young bucks carrying gats, stay fat for what

We all slipped through the po-nig nobody bust

Freeze, we in the breeze with the blunts

Nobody drop the trees or they fronts

Meet on the roof look off the front play low

Watch out for po-po thats how it go

Three in the whip, we not lagit 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 a run, be off the set, bounce on the projects

Cease another vick, ****** in your piss and parol gotsta 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 **** the bullets

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

Dance on em, in a ****ed up whip, make my heart skip

Caught up in the drug traffic i astounded by the outfit

One twentieth tried to knock my whole click

Run! these black boys that take none

Don't cop out shit, take the three 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 nigga out word god run hard

Beetween two cars we park, pepper got sparked

In the dark heads scramble at the six ooh

Spys lookin at you one two lookin too

How you roll what you stole let me see you

Nah bitch 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

Three sixty with the crime waves modern day slave

First one 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 nigga out word to god run hard

Me and the god back to back one eighty five

And the four five survive that shit

Niggas came 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 **** off, break north

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

You got my man shot, bitch 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

Babylon to the god, d-i-v-i-n-e

Run!...if you sell drugs to the dun

Run!...be the nigga out, word to god run hard