Versuri 17. Run

Pss, yo, yo, yo 
Yo son roll! 
Oh shit, yo, yo, yo, run 
 
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 knock your bug, no, quick flag the car down 
Take me to, Ghost here they come now! 
 
Err! 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! See what happened to Un, they bad with they cops 
Run! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence 
Get cassed, I'm not comin' home with no fifty six 
Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks 
Before I let these crackers throw me in shit 
Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop 
Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve 
Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word 
That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge 
 
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 
 
Ah-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off 
Yeah, kid 
I like that one 
Uh-huh, go in, go in 
 
Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car 
I got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard 
Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells 
I'm cuttin' niggaz throats on the sails while they puff L's 
Don't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything 
I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything 
They come by one more time, they gon' hop out 
They two deep and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out 
Then I can get rid of the pack 
But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that 
 
Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me 
Run! Besides that, I got about 5 years on me 
Run! Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me 
Run! My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me 
Run! It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway 
My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way 
Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up and my pants too 
If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do 
Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at 
And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at 
But they too close and I got this new toast 
'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do 
 
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