Tytuł: Run

• Wykonawca: Cappadonna
• Wyświetleń: 248

  
   Where you goin? Aren't you scared we'll get you?
  Look for me all you want, you're not going to find me
  
  [Cappadonna]
  Crack backs, heavy on the cash, all night
  at the drug site, we hung tight
  3:00 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, poppin the cork on crime, look at the 9
  summertime in the court house, ah shit it wasn't mine
  2 to 4, 3 to 9 benatoned it, what
  we all ran, fuck grams, you outta luck
  young bucks carrying gats, stay strapped for what
  we all slipped through the po-lig nobody bust
  freeze, we in the breeze with the blunts
  nobody drop the trees or they fronts
  meet on the roof, look off at the front, play low
  watch out for po-po, thats how it go
  three in the whip, we not that legit though, run for the gusto
  peep Marcel and Brown comin around, dippin the loco
  run, if you ever got somethin on you, son
  you best a run, be off the set, jet, bounce on the projects
  season of evict, weed in your piss and parole gots to 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 ah, fuck the whip, make my heart skip
  caught up in the drug traffic, I astounded, surrounded by the outfit
  one twentieth tried to knock my whole click
  run, these black boys that take none
  don't cop out the shit, take the three to six and add that shit
  
  Chorus:
  Run, if you ever pack a nice size gun
  Run, if you sell drugs to your dun
  Run, be the fuck out, word to god run hard
  
  [Cappadonna]
  Between two cars we park, pepper got sparked
  in the dark heads scramble at the six ooh
  spys lookin at you, one, two, oh, lookin too
  how you roll what you stole, let me see you go
  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
  3-60 with the crime waves, modern day slave, 1st-1 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
  
  Chorus:
  Run, if you sell drugs to your dun
  Run, be the fuck out, word to god run hard
  
  [Cappadonna]
  Me and the god back to back 1-85 with the 4-5, survive that chase,
  you took case, even though I remember ya face
  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, babylons to the god, D-I-V-I-N-E
  
  Chorus:
  Run, if you sell drugs to their dun
  Run, if you pack a nice sized gun
  Run, if you wanna still have fun
  Run, be the fuck out, word to god run hard
  
  Outro:
  Mother fucker, run, mother fucker, run