Ah-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off
Err! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog
Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off
Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone
So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!
They two deep and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out
So I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'
Get cassed, I'm not comin' home with no fifty six
But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that
The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G
Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone
Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at
'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do
I'm cuttin' niggaz throats on the sails while they puff L's
The pound fell, cops is coming
When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!
Run! See what happened to Un, they bad with they cops
I like that one
They come by one more time, they gon' hop out
When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!
Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on
Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car
Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve
Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns! Muthafucka
Run, I will knock your bug, no, quick flag the car down
Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground
Uh-huh, go in, go in
They givin' out life like bird tons
Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells
Run! I will not get bagged on the rock
Run! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence
So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!
Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff
Run! It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway
Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!
Took off, made track look easy
And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at
If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do
Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!
Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'
I got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard
Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up and my pants too
That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
Yeah, kid
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way
But they too close and I got this new toast
Don't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything
Oh shit, yo, yo, yo, run
Take me to, Ghost here they come now!
Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon
Run! My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me
Before I let these crackers throw me in shit
Run! Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me
Run! Besides that, I got about 5 years on me
Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me
Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word
Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks
Then I can get rid of the pack
They givin' out life like bird tons
I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything
