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Current version of Cappadonna Lyrics Run (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/c/cappadonna/run/) Current version of the lyrics |
Version 1 of Cappadonna Lyrics Run (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/c/cappadonna/run/v1.html) Version 1 of the lyrics | ||||||||||||
| Crack backs heavy on the cash all night | Crack backs heavy on the cash all night | ||||||||||||
| 1 | At the drug site we hung tight | at the drug site we hung tight | 1 | ||||||||||
| 2 | Three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks | three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks | 2 | ||||||||||
| 3 | Money gets low in the street yo | money gets low in the street yo | 3 | ||||||||||
| 4 | Tough times nickels thats bigger than dimes, you know the flavor | tough times nickles thats bigger than dimes | 4 | ||||||||||
| 5 | Ruff neck city ain't nothin sweet kid ain't nothin pretty | you know the flavor | 5 | ||||||||||
| 6 | ruffneck city ain't nothin sweet kid ain't nothin pretty | 6 | |||||||||||
| 7 | New York be poppin' the cork on crime look at the nine | New York be poppin the cork on crime look at the nine | 7 | ||||||||||
| 8 | Summertime in the court house oh, shit whats mine | summertime in the court house ??? shit whats mine | 8 | ||||||||||
| 9 | Two to four three to nine benatoned it what | two to four three to nine benatoned it what | 9 | ||||||||||
| 10 | We all ran coke grams, you outta luck | we all ran coke grams, you outta luck | 10 | ||||||||||
| 11 | Young bucks carrying gats, stay fat for what | young bucks carrying gats, stay fat for what | 11 | ||||||||||
| 12 | We all slipped through the po-nig nobody bust | we all slipped through the po-nig nobody bust | 12 | ||||||||||
| 13 | freeze, we in the breeze with the blunts | 13 | |||||||||||
| 14 | Freeze, we in the breeze with the blunts | nobody drop the trees or they fronts | 14 | ||||||||||
| 15 | Nobody drop the trees or they fronts | meet on the roof look off the front play low | 15 | ||||||||||
| 16 | Meet on the roof look off the front play low | watch out for po-po thats how it go | 16 | ||||||||||
| 17 | Watch out for po-po thats how it go | three in the whip, we not lagit though, run for the gusto | 17 | ||||||||||
| 18 | Three in the whip, we not lag it though, run for the gusto | peep Marcel and Brown comin around dippin the logo | 18 | ||||||||||
| 19 | Peep Marcel and Brown comin' around dippin' the logo | run! if you ever got somethin on you son | 19 | ||||||||||
| 20 | Run if you ever got somethin' on you son | you best a run, be off the set, bounce on the projects | 20 | ||||||||||
| 21 | cease another vick, weed in your piss and parol gotsta have it | 21 | |||||||||||
| 22 | You best a run, be off the set, bounce on the projects | slide like a rabbit move quick this is it | 22 | ||||||||||
| 23 | Cease another vick, weed in your piss and parole gotsta have it | hang jump from the fire escape, I made it | 23 | ||||||||||
| 24 | Slide like a rabbit move quick this is it | drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck the bulets | 24 | ||||||||||
| 25 | Hang jump from the fire escape, I made it | I'm losin my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my travel | 25 | ||||||||||
| 26 | Drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck those bullets | dance on em, in a fucked up whip, make my heart skip | 26 | ||||||||||
| 27 | I'm losin' my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my travel | caught up in the drug traffic I astounded by the outfit | 27 | ||||||||||
| 28 | Dance on 'em, and I fucked up whip, make my heart skip | one twentieth tried to knock my whole click | 28 | ||||||||||
| 29 | Caught up in the drug traffic I astounded surrounded by the outfit | run! these black boys that take none | 29 | ||||||||||
| 30 | don't cop out shit, take the three six and add that shit | 30 | |||||||||||
| 31 | One twentieth tried to knock my whole click | run!... if you ever pack a nice size gun | 31 | ||||||||||
| 32 | Run! These black boys that take none | run!... if you sell drugs to your dun | 32 | ||||||||||
| 33 | Don't cop out the shit, take the three six and you add that shit | run!... be the fuck out word god run hard | 33 | ||||||||||
| 1 | Run! If you ever pack a nice size gun | 1 | |||||||||||
| 34 | Run! If you sell drugs to your dun | Beetween two cars we park, pepper got sparked | 34 | ||||||||||
| 35 | Run! Be the fuck out word God run hard | in the dark heads scramble at the six ooh | 35 | ||||||||||
| 36 | spys lookin at you one two lookin too | 36 | |||||||||||
| 37 | Between two cars we park, pepper got sparked | how you roll what you stole let me see you | 37 | ||||||||||
| 38 | In the dark heads scramble at the six ooh | nah fuck you, if you wasn't a cop I might | 38 | ||||||||||
| 39 | Spy's lookin' at you one two lookin' too | bust you, I don't trust you | 39 | ||||||||||
| 40 | How you roll what you stole let me see you | coppers lust over my crew, forget a curfew | 40 | ||||||||||
| 41 | Nah fuck you, if you wasn't a cop I might bust you, I don't trust you | we gather in the plaza to jerk through | 41 | ||||||||||
| 42 | Coppers lust over my crew, forget a curfew | three sixty with the crime waves modern day slave | 42 | ||||||||||
| 43 | first one to peel, it's not real | 43 | |||||||||||
| 44 | We gather in the plaza to jerk through | plant that as a matter of fact we crack em down | 44 | ||||||||||
| 45 | Three sixty with the crime waves modern day slave | us against brown,run fast like you ran track | 45 | ||||||||||
| 46 | First one to peel, it's not real | never look back push the Acc on the sidewalk | 46 | ||||||||||
| 47 | Plant that as a matter of fact we crack 'em down | crash, toss the heat and tear ass | 47 | ||||||||||
| 48 | Us against brown, run fast like you ran track | zig zag till you reach your stash | 48 | ||||||||||
| 49 | Never look back push the Acc on the sidewalk | run!...if you sell drugs to your dun | 49 | ||||||||||
| 50 | Crash, toss the heat and tear ass | run!...be the fuck out word to god run hard | 50 | ||||||||||
| 51 | Zig zag till you reach your stash | me and the god back to back one eighty five | 51 | ||||||||||
| 52 | and the four five survive that shit | 52 | |||||||||||
| 53 | Run! If you sell drugs to your dun | niggas came even though I seen you | 53 | ||||||||||
| 54 | Run! Be the fuck out word to God run hard | rollin there bowlin in green kid | 54 | ||||||||||
| 55 | this cream'll get you rocked, knocked if you don't run | 55 | |||||||||||
| 56 | Me and the God back to back one eighty five | don't grab my jacket dun get the fuck off, break north | 56 | ||||||||||
| 57 | With the four five survive that shit | or go to jail, word life is trife, on the block it's too hot | 57 | ||||||||||
| 58 | You just came even though I remember your face | you got my man shot, nigga run | 58 | ||||||||||
| 59 | Even though I seen yourollin' there bowlin' in green kid | we wylin on Staten Island it's one thing bein in the bing | 59 | ||||||||||
| 60 | This cream will get you rocked, knocked if you don't run | and not smilin on the gate it's too late | 60 | ||||||||||
| 61 | Don't grab my jacket don't get the fuck off, break north | fate held you over, jakes runnin for snakes | 61 | ||||||||||
| 62 | Or go to jail, word life is strife, on the block it's too hot | the white rover, with the plates burn down Gee street | 62 | ||||||||||
| 63 | comin from outta state, see me in the drivers seat | 63 | |||||||||||
| 64 | You got my man shot, nigga run | coolin without the I.D., it's not me | 64 | ||||||||||
| 65 | We wylin on Staten Island it's one thing bein' in the bing | babylon to the god, D-I-V-I-N-E | 65 | ||||||||||
| 66 | And not smilin' on the gate it's too late | Run!...if you sell drugs to the dun | 66 | ||||||||||
| 67 | Fate held you over, jakes runnin' for snakes | Run!...be the fuck out, word to god run hard | 67 | ||||||||||
| 2 | The white rover, with the plates burn down Gee street | 2 | |||||||||||
| 3 | Comin' from outta state, see me in the drivers seat | 3 | |||||||||||
| 4 | Coolin' without the I.D., it's not me | 4 | |||||||||||
| 5 | Babylon to the God, D I V I N E | 5 | |||||||||||
| 6 | 6 | ||||||||||||
| 7 | Run! If you sell drugs to the dun | 7 | |||||||||||
| 8 | Run! If you pack a nice size gun | 8 | |||||||||||
| 9 | Run! If you want to still have fun | 9 | |||||||||||
| 10 | Run! Be the fuck out word God run hard | 10 | |||||||||||
| 11 | 11 | ||||||||||||
| 12 | Motherfucker | 12 | |||||||||||
| 13 | Run motherfucker run | 13 | |||||||||||
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