Jadakiss - Run lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface k**ah] Pss… yo, yo, yo (yo son, roll!) Oh sh**, yo, yo, run! [Verse 1: Ghostface k**ah] Aiyo, 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 bullsh** summons So I stopped at the 2nd 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 D.T.s had, black, they was rated P.G Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down Take me to… Ghost, here they come now! Errr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the b**h, dog Turned 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 sh**, plant sh**, destroy evidence f** a case, I'm not coming home with no 56 Die with the heart of Scarface and take 50 licks Before I let these crackers throw me in sh** Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop Curse, swerve to get served, these co*ks**ers got nerve Heard I was k**ing sh**, they must got word That I told the chief of Rich Port I don't wanna merge [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 by the ton Run! If you ain't do sh**, you it That next felony, n***a, is like three zip So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches! When you see me coming, get the f** out the entrance! Run! f** that! Run! Cops got guns! Mothaf**a [Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface k**ah)] Ah-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...) I like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!) [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car I got five hundred hundred-packs in my backyard Clear 12-12's that look like stuffed shells I'm cutting n***as' throats on the sales, while they puff L's Don't leave nothing unbagged, shave everything I learned from the OG's to save everything They come by one more time, they gon' hop out They two deep, and one is a b**h, 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, down-shifting on 'em like I got gears on me (Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me (Run!) Scared to d**h, 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 k** 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 [Hook]