Crack backs heavy on the cash all night
atAt the drug site we hung tight
threeThree o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks
moneyMoney gets low in the street yo
toughTough times nickles nickels thats bigger than dimes
dimes, you know the flavor
ruffneckRuff neck city ain't nothin sweet kid ain't nothin prettyenter added
New York be poppin poppin' the cork on crime look at the nine
summertimeSummertime in the court house ??? oh, shit whats mine
twoTwo to four three to nine benatoned it what
weWe all ran coke grams, you outta luck
youngYoung bucks carrying gats, stay fat for what
weWe all slipped through the po-nig nobody bust
freeze,
Freeze, we in the breeze with the blunts
nobodyNobody drop the trees or they fronts
meetMeet on the roof look off the front play low
watchWatch out for po-po thats how it go
threeThree in the whip, we not lagit lag it though, run for the gusto
peepPeep Marcel and Brown comin comin' around dippin dippin' the logo
run!Run if you ever got somethin somethin' on you son
you
You best a run, be off the set, bounce on the projects
ceaseCease another vick, weed in your piss and parol parole gotsta have it
slideSlide like a rabbit move quick this is it
hangHang jump from the fire escape, I made it
dropDrop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck the bulets those bullets
I'm losin losin' my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my travel
danceDance on em, in a 'em, and I fucked up whip, make my heart skip
caughtCaught up in the drug traffic I astounded surrounded by the outfit
one
One twentieth tried to knock my whole click
run! theseRun! These black boys that take none
don'tDon't cop out the shit, take the three six and you add that shit
run!... ifRun! If you ever pack a nice size gun
run!... ifRun! If you sell drugs to your dun
run!... beRun! Be the fuck out word god God run hard
BeetweenBetween two cars we park, pepper got sparked
inIn the dark heads scramble at the six ooh
spys lookinSpy's lookin' at you one two lookin lookin' too
howHow you roll what you stole let me see you
nahNah fuck you, if you wasn't a cop I mightenter deleted
bust you, I don't trust you
coppersCoppers lust over my crew, forget a curfew
we
We gather in the plaza to jerk through
threeThree sixty with the crime waves modern day slave
firstFirst one to peel, it's not real
plantPlant that as a matter of fact we crack em 'em down
usUs against brown,run brown, run fast like you ran track
neverNever look back push the Acc on the sidewalk
crash,Crash, toss the heat and tear ass
zigZig zag till you reach your stash
run!...if
Run! If you sell drugs to your dun
run!...beRun! Be the fuck out word to god God run hard
me
Me and the god God back to back one eighty five
andWith the four five survive that shit
niggasYou just came even though I remember your face
Even though I seen you
rollin rollin' there bowlin bowlin' in green kid
this cream'llThis cream will get you rocked, knocked if you don't run
don'tDon't grab my jacket dun don't get the fuck off, break north
orOr go to jail, word life is trife, strife, on the block it's too hot
you
You got my man shot, nigga run
weWe wylin on Staten Island it's one thing bein bein' in the bing
andAnd not smilin smilin' on the gate it's too late
fateFate held you over, jakes runnin runnin' for snakes
theThe white rover, with the plates burn down Gee street
cominComin' from outta state, see me in the drivers seat
coolinCoolin' without the I.D., it's not me
babylonBabylon to the god, D-I-V-I-N-E God, D I V I N E
Run!...if
Run! If you sell drugs to the dun
Run!...beRun! If you pack a nice size gun
Run! If you want to still have fun
Run! Be the fuck out, out word to god God run hard

Motherfucker
Run motherfucker run