Yeah, let's bring it over here to the LAPD man
Uh Oh
Whenever 5-0 hit, my mind's speakin' on some survival sh**
I'm an Outlaw, 5-0 is who I'm rivals with
So I'm out y'all, lightning quit
Quicker than a slug that a rifle spit
A thug quicker than Michael Vick
Run, Gestapo's comin' up fast so I gotta dash
We hood stars and they never wanted a autograph
One of the homies didn't run and they shot his a**
He paralyzed now and can't move his bottom half
Standin' still is the silly plan
Even if I gotta snatch a innocent b**h right out of her mini van
I knock you off ya Ducati and wouldn't give a damn
They respondin' with shots fire
I'm the trigger man
I run, I'm ditchin' out fools
They never cease, he rode a sixty in some house shoes
Penitentiary time and Crooked I just don't miss
Plus my homies incarcerated told me to stay on the bricks
So I
[Hook: Ghostface k**ah]
Run! If you sell d** in the school zone
Run! If you getting' chased with no shoes on
Run! f** that! Run! Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like bird tons
Run! If you ain't do sh**, you it
That next felony n***a, it's like three zip
So, Run! Hop fences, jump over benches!
When you see me comin' get the f** out the entrance!
Run! f** that! Run! Cops got guns! Motherf**er...
Damn, these motherf**ers are on my a** man
I gotta make it back to motherf**in' Long Beach Boulevard, f**