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

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

Freeze, we in the breeze the blunts
Nobody drop the or they fronts
Meet on the look 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 Marcel and comin' around dippin' the logo
Run if you ever got on you son

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

One twentieth tried to knock my click
Run! These black that take 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 roll you stole let me see you
Nah fuck you, if you wasn't a cop I might bust you, I trust you
lust over my crew, forget a curfew

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

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

Me and the God to back one eighty five
the four five survive that shit
You just came even though I your face
though I seen you rollin' there bowlin' in green kid
This will get you rocked, knocked if you don't run
Don't grab my don't get the fuck off, break north
Or go to jail, word life is strife, on the block 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 gate too late
Fate you over, jakes runnin' for snakes
The white rover, with the plates down Gee street
Comin' from 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 a nice size gun
Run! If you want to still fun
Run! Be the out word God run hard

Run run