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Crack heavy on the cash all night
At the drug site we tight
Three in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks
gets low in the street yo
Tough times nickels thats bigger dimes, you know the flavor
Ruff neck ain't nothin sweet kid ain't nothin pretty

New York be poppin' the cork on look at the nine
in the court house oh, shit whats mine
Two to four to nine benatoned it what
We all ran coke grams, you outta
Young carrying gats, stay fat for what
We all slipped the po-nig nobody bust

Freeze, we in the with the blunts
Nobody drop the trees or fronts
Meet on the roof off the front play low
Watch out for po-po how it go
in the whip, we not lag it though, run for the gusto
Peep Marcel and Brown comin' around dippin' the
Run if you got somethin' on you son

You best a run, be off the set, on the projects
Cease another vick, weed in your piss and gotsta have it
Slide like a rabbit move this is it
Hang from the fire escape, I made it
Drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck those
I'm losin' my pants, I advance in my speed, in my travel
on 'em, and I fucked up whip, make my heart skip
Caught up in the drug traffic I astounded by the outfit

One twentieth tried to knock my click
Run! These black that take none
Don't cop out the shit, take the three six and you add that
Run! If you ever a nice size gun
Run! If you sell drugs to dun
Run! Be the out word God run hard

Between two we park, pepper got sparked
In the dark scramble at the six ooh
lookin' at you one two lookin' too
How you what you stole let me see you
Nah fuck you, if you wasn't a cop I might bust you, I don't you
lust over my crew, forget a curfew

We gather in the plaza to jerk
Three with the crime waves modern day slave
one to peel, it's not real
Plant that as a matter of we crack 'em down
Us brown, run fast like you ran track
Never look push the Acc on the sidewalk
Crash, toss the heat and ass
Zig zag till you your stash

Run! If you sell drugs to dun
Run! Be the fuck out to God run hard

Me and the God to back one eighty five
With the four five survive shit
You just came even though I remember your
Even though I you rollin' there bowlin' in green kid
This cream will get you rocked, knocked if you run
Don't grab my jacket don't get the fuck off, break
Or go to jail, word life is strife, on the block too hot

You got my man shot, run
We wylin on Staten Island it's one bein' in the bing
And not on the gate it's too late
Fate held you over, runnin' for snakes
The white rover, with the plates down Gee street
from outta state, see me in the drivers seat
Coolin' without the I.D., not me
to the God, D I V I N E

Run! If you drugs to the dun
Run! If you pack a size gun
Run! If you want to still fun
Run! Be the fuck out God run hard

Run run