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

New York be poppin' the cork on 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 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 comin' around dippin' the
Run if you got somethin' on you son

You best a run, be off the set, bounce on the
another vick, weed in your piss and parole gotsta have it
Slide like a move quick this is it
Hang jump from the fire escape, I it
the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck those 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
Caught up in the drug I astounded surrounded by the outfit

One twentieth to knock 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 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 lookin' at you one two too
How you roll you stole let me see you
Nah you, if you wasn't a cop I might bust you, I don't trust you
Coppers lust over my crew, forget a

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

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

Me and the God back to one eighty five
With the four five that shit
You just came even though I remember your
Even I seen 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 off, break north
Or go to jail, life 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 it's too late
Fate held you over, jakes runnin' for
The white rover, with the burn down Gee street
Comin' from outta state, see me in the 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

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