Schoolly D - Run lyrics

(Now there ain't but 20'000 police in the whole town Can you dig? Can you dig it? Caaaan youuuu dig iiiit?! - Yeah!) [Run-D.M.C.] (Run-D) [VERSE 1: Schoolly D] Run s**er, run s**er, run s**er, run s**er run, I'm comin like a shotgun Schoolly-School, I'm never gonna be the one And if you think that I'm ever gonna let up Shut up - and just get up I'm on your back, got you runnin like a rabbit I'm in your veins like a c**aine habit And let you know that I'm never gonna stop Until a s**er get dropped I'm not your boy, you ain't my master Another brother gotta do what he has ta Do, and everything that I wanna The only job I got standin on the corner And everything that I do is illegal Another brother, but the brother was an eagle Run, run, run, run, run, you better run fast Another s**er just got gased [VERSE 2: Scholly D] Alright s**er, you want the real deal? Here it is, at the tip of the cold steel Shoot a punk and a shoe-shine n******g Shoot em all what Schoolly D figure Line em up, put your finger on the trigger Sit back and take a little swigger And let a rhyme intoxicate your mind Like a cheeba and a forty of wine I'm gettin tired of every other brother in the ghetto Gotta sell a little lleyo Because a brother didn't have enough knowledge Didn't know because he didn't go to college I'm gettin tired of the s**ers on my back Because I'm black, hard with a dope rap Do you think a young brother wanna hear that? They rather hear a brother pullin on a git-gat Run, run, run, run, run, you better run fast Another s**er just got gased [VERSE 3: guest rapper] Jump fast out the startin block From this gat from the fact that I hold you will feel the pop Gunshots on the neighborhood Are the sounds of brothers hard up to no good Feel the pain of a bullet wound For s**ers tryin to slip and trip, time to meet their doom Like the sounds of a battle cry Either run, soft s**er, or get caught, do or die Flee, it's the reality Cause I see another weak comp, it's so violent, see Brothers dyin over property Dope, money, women and ki's So now the time is at hand You can sit down, be a punk or be a man It's like chillin, cold lampin on d**h row And I catch you, boy, in a grave you go Stay out on the move, it ain't for fun Yo School, make them s**ers wanna run, run, run (Run) [cut up until end]