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Crack backs heavy on the cash all
At the drug site we tight
Three o'clock in the night ounces of coke kicks
gets low in the street yo
Tough times thats bigger than dimes, you know the flavor
neck city 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 three to nine it what
We all ran coke grams, you luck
Young carrying gats, stay fat for what
We all slipped the po-nig nobody bust

Freeze, we in the breeze the blunts
Nobody the trees or they fronts
Meet on the roof off the front play low
Watch out for thats how it go
in the whip, we not lag it though, run for the gusto
Peep Marcel and Brown around dippin' the logo
Run if you ever got on you son

You best a run, be off the set, bounce on the
Cease another vick, in your piss and parole gotsta have it
like a rabbit move quick this is it
Hang jump from the escape, I made it
Drop the fingerprints all on it, ah fuck those bullets
I'm losin' my pants, I in my speed, succeed in my travel
Dance on 'em, and I fucked up whip, make my skip
Caught up in the drug traffic I astounded surrounded by the

One twentieth tried to my whole click
Run! These black boys that none
cop out the shit, take the three six and you add that shit
Run! If you ever pack a nice gun
Run! If you sell to your dun
Run! Be the fuck out God run hard

two cars we park, pepper got sparked
In the dark heads at the six ooh
Spy's at you one two lookin' too
How you roll you stole let me see you
Nah fuck you, if you a cop I might bust you, I don't trust you
Coppers lust my crew, forget a curfew

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

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

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

You got my man shot, run
We wylin on Staten Island it's one thing bein' in the
And not smilin' on the gate it's too
held you over, jakes runnin' for snakes
The white rover, with the plates down Gee street
Comin' 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 sell to the dun
Run! If you pack a size gun
Run! If you to still have fun
Run! Be the fuck out God run hard

Run run