Crooked I - Run '04 lyrics

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, like they quit Quicker than a slug that a rifle spit A thug quicker than Michael bit 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 in [?] 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 [?] 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**