Run lyrics

Artist  : Cappadonna 
Song : Run



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 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 ??? sh*t 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 f**k the
bulets 
I'm losin my pants, I advance in my speed,
succeed in my travel 
dance on em, in a f**ked 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 sh*t 
run!... if you ever pack a nice size gun 
run!... if you sell drugs to your dun 
run!... be the f**k 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 f**k 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 as* 
zig zag till you reach your stash 
run!...if you sell drugs to your dun 
run!...be the f**k out word to god run hard 
me and the god back to back one eighty five 
and the four five survive that sh*t 
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 f**k 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 f**k out, word to god run hard