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Ghostface feat. Jadakiss
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Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, five-o, oh, shit, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Run!
Ayo, I jumped from the eighth floor step, hit the ground
The pound fell, cops is coming
Running through them pissy 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 DT's 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 bitch dog, turn down hill, light the Marley spliff
Run, I will not get bagged on the rock
I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops
They amp shit, plant 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 crackers throw me in shit
Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird
Hop curb, swerve and conserve, these cocksuckers got nerve
Heard I was killing shit, they must got word
That I told the chief from Rich Port, "I don't wanna merge"
Run, if you sell drugs in a 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
The next felony, nigga, is like 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
Ah-ha
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 OG's 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
Uh, 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 toast
Imagine if I would've let off a shot or two
You know what I gotta do
Run, if you sell drugs in a 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
The next felony, nigga, is like 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
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