Cappadonna - Run lyrics

"'Where you going? Aren't you
Scared we'll get you?'
'Look for me all you want you're
Not gonna find me though'"

Crack backs heavy on the cash all night
At the drug site we hung tight
Three o'clock in the night ounces
Of blow dirty kicks
Money gets low in the street yo
Tough times nickles that's bigger than dimes
You know the flavor
Roughneck city ain't nuttin sweet
Kid ain't nothin pretty
New York be poppin the cork on
Crime look at the nine
Summertime in the courthouse
Aw shit it wasn't mine
Two to four, three to nine
Benetton'd it what
We all ran, fuck grams, you outta luck


Young bucks carrying gats
Stay strapped for what
We all safe from the po-lig, nobody bust
FREEZE! We in the breeze with the blunts
Nobody drop the trees or they fronts
Meet up on the roof, look off the front
Play low
Watch out for po'-po', that's how it go
Three in the whip
We not that legit though, run for the gusto
Peep Marcel and Brown comin
Around dippin' the logo
Run if you ever got somethin' on you son
You best to run, be off the set
Jet, bounce from the projects
Season of the vick
Weed in your piss and parole gots ta have it
Slide like a rabbit move quick this is it
Hang jump from the fire escape, I made it
Drop the clip fingerprints all on it
Aw fuck those bullets, I'm losin my pants
I advance my speed, succeed in my travel
Dance on 'em, in a fucked up whip
Make my heart skip
Caught up in the drug traffic
I absconded, surrounded by the outfit
120th tried to knock my whole clique
Run! These black boys that take none
Don't cop out to shit, take the three to six
And you add that shit run!
If you ever pack a nice sized gun run!
If you sell drugs till your done run!
Be the fuck out! Word to God, run hard

Between two cars we park, pepper got sparked
In the dark heads scramble at the six ooh
Spies lookin at you one two oh lookin too
How you roll what you stole let me
See you go nah fuck you
If you wasn't a cop I might bust you
I don't trust you
Coppers lust over my crew, forget a curfew
We gather in the plaza to jerk through
360 with the crime wave, modern day slave
Reversal on appeal, it's not real, plant that
As a matter of fact we crackin down
Us against Brown run fast like you ran track
Never look back push the Ac' on the sidewalk
Crash, toss the heat and tear ass
Zig zag 'til you reach your stash run!
If you sell drugs till your done run!
Be the fuck out! Word to God, run hard

Me and the God back to back
One eight-five with the four-five
Survive that shit, you took case
Even though I remember your face
Even though we seen you rollin
Near Bowling and Greene kid
This cream'll get you robbed
Knocked if you don't run
Don't grab my jacket dunn, get the fuck off
Break North or go to jail
Word life is trife, on the block it's too hot
You got my man shot, nigga run!
We whylin on Staten Island
It's one thing bein in the bing
And not smilin on the gate, it's too late
Fate held you over, Jakes runnin for snakes
The white rover with the plates
Burn down Gee street comin from outta state
See me in the driver's seat
Coolin without the ID, it's not me
That belongs to the god, D-IV-IN-E run!
If you sell drugs till they done run!
If you ever pack a nice-sized gun run!
If you wanna still have fun run!
Be the fuck out! Word to God
Run hard motherfucker

Run, motherfucker, run