Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ten To Run , by - CRU. Release date: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ten To Run |
| Niggas comin XL on the exhale |
| Crackin Watson Avenue, dope on Intervale |
| Hey, these really spray feds are watchin |
| Fiends comin thru beggin I’mm knock 'em, why they jockin? |
| Runnin thru the Bronx now, don’t get stomped now |
| Willie’s flossed and beemers sparkin the john now |
| Willie’s boss, Robbin Ross |
| Strappin on the roof of the car, revealin moss |
| Dot dot dash dot dash dot |
| That that coke you got, got us scorchin hot |
| Shit movin too fast like techno |
| In the jiggs I’ve seen you wicked comin back like echoes, word bond |
| See the toes you stepped on |
| Might end up connect to that ass you got against tomorrow |
| So squig ya bottle |
| A nigga treat you like a son |
| Then turn around and give a nigga fuckin ten to run |
| KRS-One, Awesome Two, Treacherous Three, Agony |
| All I see is Catastrophe, Cold Crush Four |
| Furious Five to take Six |
| Windin down to K Seven, Niggas better call a reverend |
| Got the morgue truck eyeing me, up to MC Eiht N.I.N.E |
| Nigga turn the corner buy a Blackens |
| Get across the bridge and I’ma make it, Mack 10, damn |