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Crack heavy on the cash all night
At the drug we hung tight
Three o'clock in the night ounces of coke kicks
Money gets low in the yo
times nickels thats bigger than dimes, you know the flavor
Ruff neck city nothin sweet kid ain't nothin pretty

New York be poppin' the cork on crime at the nine
Summertime in the court oh, shit whats mine
Two to four three to benatoned it what
We all ran coke grams, you luck
Young bucks gats, stay fat for what
We all slipped through the po-nig nobody

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

You a run, be off the set, bounce on the projects
Cease another vick, weed in piss and parole gotsta have it
Slide like a rabbit move this is it
Hang jump from the escape, I made it
Drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah those bullets
I'm my pants, I advance 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 by the outfit

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

Between two cars we park, pepper got
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 wasn't a cop I might bust you, I don't you
Coppers lust my crew, forget a curfew

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

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

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

You got my man shot, run
We wylin on Staten it's one thing bein' in the bing
And not smilin' on the it's too late
Fate held you over, runnin' for snakes
The white rover, with the burn down Gee street
Comin' from state, see me in the drivers seat
Coolin' the I.D., it's not me
to the God, D I V I N E

Run! If you sell to the dun
Run! If you a nice size gun
Run! If you want to still fun
Run! Be the out word God run hard

Run run