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Crack backs heavy on the cash all night |
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At the drug site we hung tight |
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Three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks |
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Money gets low in the street yo |
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Tough times nickels thats bigger than dimes, you know the flavor |
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Ruff neck city ain't nothin sweet kid ain't nothin pretty |
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New York be poppin' the cork on crime look at the nine |
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Summertime in the court house oh, shit whats mine |
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Two to four three to nine benatoned it what |
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We all ran coke grams, you outta luck |
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Young bucks carrying gats, stay fat for what |
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We all slipped through the po-nig nobody bust |
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Freeze, we in the breeze with the blunts |
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Nobody drop the trees or they fronts |
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Meet on the roof look off the front play low |
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Watch out for po-po thats how it go |
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Three in the whip, we not lag it though, run for the gusto |
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Peep Marcel and Brown comin' around dippin' the logo |
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Run if you ever got somethin' on you son |
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You best a run, be off the set, bounce on the projects |
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Cease another vick, weed in your piss and parole gotsta have it |
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Slide like a rabbit move quick this is it |
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Hang jump from the fire escape, I made it |
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Drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck those bullets |
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I'm losin' my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my travel |
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Dance on 'em, and I fucked up whip, make my heart skip |
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Caught up in the drug traffic I astounded surrounded by the outfit |
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One twentieth tried to knock my whole click |
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Run! These black boys that take none |
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Don't cop out the shit, take the three six and you add that shit |
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Run! If you ever pack a nice size gun |
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Run! If you sell drugs to your dun |
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Run! Be the fuck out word God run hard |
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Between two cars we park, pepper got sparked |
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In the dark heads scramble at the six ooh |
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Spy's lookin' at you one two lookin' too |
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How you roll what you stole let me see you |
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Nah fuck you, if you wasn't a cop I might bust you, I don't trust you |
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Coppers lust over my crew, forget a curfew |
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We gather in the plaza to jerk through |
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Three sixty with the crime waves modern day slave |
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First one to peel, it's not real |
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Plant that as a matter of fact we crack 'em down |
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Us against brown, run fast like you ran track |
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Never look back push the Acc on the sidewalk |
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Crash, toss the heat and tear ass |
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Zig zag till you reach your stash |
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Run! If you sell drugs to your dun |
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Run! Be the fuck out word to God run hard |
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Me and the God back to back one eighty five |
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With the four five survive that shit |
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You just came even though I remember your face |
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Even though I seen you rollin' there bowlin' in green kid |
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This cream will get you rocked, knocked if you don't run |
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Don't grab my jacket don't get the fuck off, break north |
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Or go to jail, word life is strife, on the block it's too hot |
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You got my man shot, nigga run |
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We wylin on Staten Island it's one thing bein' in the bing |
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And not smilin' on the gate it's too late |
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Fate held you over, jakes runnin' for snakes |
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The white rover, with the plates burn down Gee street |
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Comin' from outta state, see me in the drivers seat |
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Coolin' without the I.D., it's not me |
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Babylon to the God, D I V I N E |
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Run! If you sell drugs to the dun |
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Run! If you pack a nice size gun |
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Run! If you want to still have fun |
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Run! Be the fuck out word God run hard |
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Motherfucker |
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Run motherfucker run |
