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

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

Freeze, we in the breeze the blunts
Nobody drop the or they fronts
Meet on the look off the front play low
Watch out for po-po how it go
in the whip, we not lag it though, run for the gusto
Peep and Brown comin' around 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 your piss and parole have it
Slide like a rabbit move quick is it
jump from 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 fucked up whip, make my skip
Caught up in the drug traffic I surrounded by the outfit

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

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

We in the plaza to jerk through
Three sixty the crime waves 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 the Acc on the sidewalk
Crash, toss the and tear ass
Zig zag till you reach stash

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

Me and the God back to one eighty five
the four five survive that shit
You just came even though I remember your
Even though I seen you rollin' there bowlin' in kid
This cream will get you rocked, if you don't run
grab my jacket don't get the fuck 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 bein' in the bing
And not on the gate it's too late
Fate held you over, jakes for snakes
The white rover, with the plates 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 drugs to the dun
Run! If you pack a nice gun
Run! If you to still have fun
Run! Be the fuck out God run hard

Run run