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Ghostface
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Pssh, yo, yo-yo, yo, 5-0, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Ayo, I jumped from the eighth floor step, hit the ground
The pound fell, cops is coming
Running through the motherfucking stairwells, I ain't hear nothing
Bugging, only thing I remember was a bullshit summer
So I, stopped at the second floor, ran across cracks is falling
My pockets is mean, clean when I vanished off
Took off, made track look easy
The walkie-talkies them DTs had, black, they was rated PG
Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down
Take me to, Ghost, here they come now
Errrr, peel off quick, back up
Hit the drug dog, turned down hill, light them up
Run, I will not get bagged on the rock
I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops
They implant shit, destroy evidence
Fuck a case, I'm not coming home when I'm fifty-six
Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks
Before I let these pussy niggas throw me the shit
Bounce if you a good kid, bounce
Do the bird hop, curve, swerve and get served
These cocksuckers got nerve
Heard I was killing shit, they must got word
That I told the chief of Rich Port I don't wanna merge
I skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up
Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest
I had to break free, police on me and they FBs
Yelling, "I think his name Lex, that's his aunt Fries"
That's when I hit the window, indo coming out the back room
Boom, Pretty and his man Black Caesar
Damn, they saw me and they busting at me, cab just missed me
Plus the Gucci frames fouled that six-fifty
Stop back and sweep them, leap the fence
Slid through my man garden, yelled out pardon
Kept it moving, peace, bail, be gone
Ain't no honor amongst thieves, please
Plus they heard I'm getting parmesan cheese
And I won't stop moving 'til the metal ding me
Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, y'all need me
That's when it is what it is, if it's that it'll come
But in the ill gangster's book, what do niggas do is
Run, if you sell crack to the school zone
Run, if you getting chased with no shoes on
Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns
They giving out life like by the tons
Run, if you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, is life three-zip
So, run, hop fences, jump over benches
When you see me coming, get the fuck out the entrance
Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns
Aha, I might gotta take my shirt off
Yeah, kid, I like that one
Uh-huh, go in, go in, yo, uh
It's Task Force Tuesday, the narcs is in the black car
I got five hundred hundred packs in my backyard
Clear twelve-twelves that look like stuffed shells
I'm cutting niggas throats on the sales while they puff L's
Don't leave nothing unbagged, shave everything
I learned from the OGs to save everything
They come by one more time, they gon' hop out
They two deep and one is a bitch, she getting knocked out
Then I can get rid of the pack
But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dipping with that
Downshifting on 'em like I got gears on me
Besides that, I got about five years on me
Scared to death, running like I got bears on me
My Timbs start feeling like they Nike Airs on me
It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Thruway
My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way
Now I'm trying to hold my hammer up and my pants too
If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do
Rather it be the streets than jail where I die at
And I'm asthmatic, so I'm looking for somewhere to hide at
But they too close and I got this new shit
Imagine if I would've let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do
Free whole East Coast, whole Boston to Philly down
Down in Delaware, y'all really toting the milli 'round
I bring the milli to your house
I was just down South Carolina, had the milli down there
Myrtle Beach, had the heater in reach
And four freaks from Hooters
I made 'em lose it when they heard "Freedom of Speech"
Told them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run
But they tried to make me stay, they showed me two Hooters a piece
I stayed for a second, but you know I gotta skate
It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon
Before I left the premise, saw two more bitches
They told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom
I did, and then we went zoom
Don't you know them witches got me outtie with the quickness?
I'm bugging, I'm tripping, in reality, I'm skipping
The cops got me trapped in the alley with the Smith & (Damn)
Run, if you sell crack to the school zone
Run, if you getting chased with no shoes on
Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns
They giving out life like by the tons
Run, if you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, is life three-zip
So, run, hop fences, jump over benches
When you see me coming, get the fuck out the entrance
Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns, motherfucker
D-boy, brrrrrrr
Yeah, Birdman Junior in the building, people
I'ma let you know how it go down on my side of the mountain, wodie
It's jump out Thursday, you heard me
And the drought's been effective since 9/11
I'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two-time felon
That's why I keep the top up on my nine-eleven
Belly, in New Orleans, they got no RICO law
So I keep that heat in the car
But they don't know I got that dro in the seat of the car
But it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow
Ayy, Ghostface, them youngins on the block ducking blue and red lights
While your boy bypassing fed life
But if them cocksuckers ever get me dead right
Three hots in the cot, swallow lead and a knife, right
I speed at night, take it easy in the day
Go hard with the dope, take it easy with the yay, yep
Lil Weezy, I get my loot up
But if the pull up come, I say my crew run, run, run
Run, if you sell crack to the school zone
Run, if you getting chased with no shoes on
Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns
They giving out life like by the tons
Run, if you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, is life three-zip
So, run, hop fences, jump over benches
When you see me coming, get the fuck out the entrance
Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns, motherfucker