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

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

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

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

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

Between two cars we park, pepper got
In the heads scramble at the six ooh
lookin' at you one two lookin' too
How you roll what you let me see you
Nah fuck you, if you a cop I might bust you, I don't trust you
Coppers over my crew, forget a curfew

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

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

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

You got my man shot, run
We wylin on Staten Island it's one thing in the bing
And not smilin' on the gate too late
Fate held you over, jakes runnin' for
The white rover, with the plates down Gee street
Comin' from outta state, see me in the drivers
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 a nice size gun
Run! If you want to still fun
Run! Be the fuck out word God run

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