Run Lyrics - Cappadonna

Crack backs heavy on the cash all night 

At the drug site we hung tight 

Three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks 

Money gets low in the street yo 

Tough times nickels thats bigger than dimes, you know the flavor 

Ruff neck city ain't nothin sweet kid ain't nothin pretty 

New York be poppin' the cork on crime look at the nine 

Summertime in the court house oh, shit whats mine 

Two to four three to nine benatoned it what 

We all ran coke grams, you outta luck 

Young bucks carrying gats, stay fat for what 

We all slipped through the po-nig nobody bust 

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Freeze, we in the breeze with the blunts 

Nobody drop the trees or they fronts 

Meet on the roof look off the front play low 

Watch out for po-po thats how it go 

Three in the whip, we not lag it 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 a run, be off the set, bounce on the projects 

Cease another vick, weed in your piss and parole gotsta 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, ah fuck those bullets 

I'm losin' my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my travel 

Dance on 'em, and I fucked up whip, make my heart skip 

Caught up in the drug traffic I astounded surrounded by the outfit 

Photos 

One twentieth tried to knock my whole click 

Run! These black boys that take none 

Don't cop out the shit, take the three six and you add that shit 

Run! If you ever pack a nice size gun 

Run! If you sell drugs to your dun 

Run! Be the fuck out word God run hard 

Between two cars we park, pepper got sparked 

In the dark heads scramble at the six ooh 

Spy's lookin' at you one two lookin' too 

How you roll what you stole let me see you 

Nah fuck 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 

Three sixty with the crime waves modern day slave 

First one to peel, it's not real 

Plant that as a matter of fact we crack 'em down 

Us against brown, run fast like you ran track 

Never look back push the Acc on the sidewalk 

Crash, toss the heat and tear ass 

Zig zag till you reach your stash 

Run! If you sell drugs to your dun 

Run! Be the fuck out word to God run hard 

Me and the God back to back one eighty five 

With the four five survive that shit 

You just came even though I remember your face 

Even though I seen you rollin' there bowlin' in green kid 

This cream will get you rocked, knocked if you don't run 

Don't grab my jacket don't get the fuck off, break north 

Or go to jail, word life is strife, on the block it's too hot 

You got my man shot, nigga run 

We wylin 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 drivers seat 

Coolin' without the I.D., it's not me 

Babylon to the God, D I V I N E 

Run! If you sell drugs to the dun 

Run! If you pack a nice size gun 

Run! If you want to still have fun 

Run! Be the fuck out word God run hard 

Motherfucker 

Run motherfucker run