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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 nickles thats bigger than dimes |
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You know the flavor |
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Ruffneck 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 ??? ******t 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 lagit 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, ****** in your piss and parol 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 ****** the bulets |
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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, in a ****** up whip, make my heart skip |
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Caught up in the drug traffic i astounded 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 ******t, take the three six and add that ******t |
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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 ****** out word god run hard |
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Beetween two cars we park, pepper got sparked |
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In the dark heads scramble at the six ooh |
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Spys 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 ****** 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 ****** out word to god run hard |
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Me and the god back to back one eighty five |
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And the four five survive that ******t |
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******s came even though i seen you rollin there bowlin in green kid |
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This cream'll get you rocked, knocked if you don't run |
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Don't grab my jacket dun get the ****** off, break north |
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Or go to jail, word life is trife, on the block it's too hot |
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You got my man shot, ****** 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!...be the ****** out, word to god run hard |
