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." [Verse 1] 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 sh** it wasn't mine Two to four, three to nine, Benetton'd it what We all ran, f** 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 f** those bullets, I'm losin my pants I advance my speed, succeed in my travel Dance on 'em, in a f**ed 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 sh**, take the three to six And you add that sh** - RUN If you ever pack a nice sized gun - RUN If you sell d** to your dunn - RUN Be the f** out! Word to God, run hard [Verse 2] 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 f** 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 a** Zig zag 'til you reach your stash - RUN If you sell d** to your dunn - RUN Be the f** out! Word to God, run hard Me and the God back to back one eight-five with the four-five Survive that sh**, 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 f** off, break North or go to jail Word life is trife, on the block it's too hot You got my man shot n***a 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-I-V-I-N-E; RUN If you sell d** to they dunn- RUN If you ever pack a nice sized gun - RUN If you wanna still have fun - RUN Be the f** out! Word to God, run hard... motherf**er [Outro] Run motherf**er, run