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Crack backs heavy on the cash all
At the drug site we hung
Three in the night ounces of coke 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 ain't pretty

New York be the cork on crime look at the nine
Summertime in the court house oh, shit whats
Two to four three to nine it what
We all ran coke grams, you luck
Young bucks gats, stay fat for what
We all slipped through the po-nig bust

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me and the God to back one eighty five
With the four five survive shit
You just came even I remember your face
though I seen you rollin' there bowlin' in green kid
This cream 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, life is strife, on the block it's too hot

You got my man shot, run
We wylin on Staten Island one thing bein' in the bing
And not smilin' on the gate it's too
Fate held you over, jakes runnin' for
The rover, with the plates burn 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 nice gun
Run! If you want to still fun
Run! Be the fuck out word God run

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