Ghostface Killah, Jadakiss - Run lyrics

[Ghostface Killah, Jadakiss - Run lyrics]

Psst yo (Yo) , yo yo (Yo) , yo (Five-O)
Oh shit, yo (Yo, let me out) , run

Ayo, I jumped from the 8th floor step
Hit the ground
The pound fell, cops is coming
Running through the pissy stairwells
I ain't hear nothin'
Buggin', only thing I remember
Was the bullshit summons
So I stopped at the second floor, ran across
Cracks is fallin', my pockets is mean
Clean when I vanished off
Took off, made track look easy
The walkie talkies them DTs had, Black
They was rated PG
Run, I will not give up, no, quick
Flag the car down (Yo, yo, yo)
Take me to Ghost, here they come now
Rrt, pull off quick, back up
Hit the bitch dog, turn down Hill
Light the Marley spliff
Run, I will not get bagged on a rock
Run, I seen what happened to Un
They bad with they cops
Run, they amp shit, plant shit
Destroy evidence fuck a case
I'm not coming home when i'm fifty-six (No)
Die with the heart of Scarface
And take fifty licks
Before I let these crackers throw me in shit
Bounce if you a good kid, bounce
Do the bird hop
Curve, swerve and get served
These cocksuckers got nerve
Heard I was killing shit, they must got word
That I told the chief of Rich
Port I don't wanna merge

Run if you sell drugs in the school zone
Run if you getting chased with no shoes on
Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns
They givin' out life, like, by the tons
Run if you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, is life, three-zip
So, run, hop fences, jump over benches
When you see me coming
Get the fuck out the entrance
Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns
Motherfucker

Aha, I might got take my shirt off
(yeah, kid) i like that one
(Uh, huh, go in, go in) , yo, uh

It's task force Tuesday
The narcs is in the black car
I got five hundred hundred
Packs in my backyard
Clear twelve-twelves that look
Like stuffed shells
I'm cutting niggas' throats on the
Sales while they puff Ls
Don't leave nothing unbagged
Shave everything
I learned from the OGs to save everything
They come by one more time, they gon' hop out
They two deep, and one is a bitch
She getting knocked out
Then I can get rid of the pack
But, I just copped this pretty chrome
Thing, so I'm dippin' with that, uh
Downshifting on 'em like I got gears on me
Besides that, I got about five years on me
(Run) scared to death
Running like I got bears on me (Run)
My Timbs start feeling like they
Nike Airs on me (Run)
It's hard for me to slow down
It's like I'm on the Thruway
My belt's in the crib on
The floor by my two-way
Now I'm trying to hold my hammer up
And my pants too if they don't kill me
They gon' give me a number I can't do
Rather it be the streets than
Jail where I die at and I'm asthmatic
So I'm looking for somewhere to hide at
But they too close, and I got this new toast
Imagine if I would've let off a shot or two
You know what I gotta do

Run if you sell drugs in the school zone
Run if you getting chased with no shoes on
Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns
They givin' out life, like, by the tons
Run if you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, is life, three-zip
So, run, hop fences, jump over benches
When you see me coming
Get the fuck out the entrance
Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns
Motherfucker

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