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Cappadonna - Run lyrics
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 nickles thats bigger than dimes you know the flavor ruffneck 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 ??? 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 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 lagit 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 parol 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 the bulets I'm losin my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my travel dance on em, in a fucked up whip, make my heart skip caught up in the drug traffic I astounded by the outfit one twentieth tried to knock my whole click run! these black boys that take none don't cop out shit, take the three six and 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 Beetween two cars we park, pepper got sparked in the dark heads scramble at the six ooh spys 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 and the four five survive that shit niggas came even though I seen you rollin there bowlin in green kid this cream'll get you rocked, knocked if you don't run don't grab my jacket dun get the fuck off, break north or go to jail, word life is trife, 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!...be the fuck out, word to god run hard |
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