Run (the Pillage) Lyrics - Wu-tang Clan

Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground 

The pound fell, cops is coming 

Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin' 

Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon 

So I, stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin' 

My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off 

Took off, made track look easy 

The walkie talkies them D-E-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 bitch, dog 

Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff 

Run! I will not get bagged on the Rock 

Run! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops 

Run! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence 

Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six 

Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks 

Before I let these crackers throw me and shit 

Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop 

Curse, swerve to get served, these cocks suckers got nerve 

Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word 

That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge 

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Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone 

Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on 

Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns! 

They givin' out life like bird tons 

Run! If you ain't do shit, you it 

That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip 

So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches! 

When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance! 

Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns! 

They got me runnin' and I weigh about three hundred 

Drawers stuck in my ass, gun under my stomach 

And I don't even know why they chasin' me for 

Cuz I'm dirty like the corner in the bathroom floor 

So I run through the alley, when I come through the block 

Runnin' so fast, you would think I'm chasin' the cops 

Right in broad daylight, in the middle of winter 

I can't go to jail, my mother cookin' chicken for dinner, damn! 

The Board of the City, Police Department 

Try'nna put me in that bunk bed caged apartment 

But I won't let 'em, you gon' have to catch him 

All I heard was "Freeze!" and "God damn it! Get him!" 

I duck and dodge, I sprint and flee 

They got canines and I don't need that sent on me 

Body on the burner, I don't need that pit on me 

But I'll be damned if a cop Rodney King me, Comp! 

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Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone 

Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on 

Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns! 

They givin' out life like bird tons 

Run! If you ain't do shit, you it 

That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip 

So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches! 

When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance! 

Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns! Muthafucka.