Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Run, artist - Jadakiss. Album song GhostDeini The Great, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
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 not give up, no, quick flag the car down |
Take me to, Ghost here they come now! |
Er! |
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! |
I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops |
Run! |
They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence |
Fuck a case, I’m not comin' home when I’m fifty six |
Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks |
Before I let these crackers throw me and 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 |
I skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up |
Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest |
I had to break free, police on me and they F-B's |
Yelling «I think his name Lex, that’s his aunt, freeze» |
That’s when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room |
Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar |
Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me |
Cab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that’s six fifty |
Stop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden |
Yelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace |
Build be gone, ain’t no honor amongst thieves |
Please, plus they heard I’m getting Parmesan cheese |
And I won’t stop moving til the metal dig me |
Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, y’all need me |
That’s when it is, what it is, if it’s that or the cup |
But in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is |
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 by the 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! |
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' niggas 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 (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 asthmatic, 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 |
Free hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down |
Down to Dela', when y’all rarely toting the milli round |
I bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south |
Carolina had the milli down there |
Pearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks |
In Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech |
Told them freaks that I gotta run, I’m on the run |
But they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece |
I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate |
It’s like a race, cops chase me, I’m chasing the moon |
Before I left the premise, saw two more bitches |
They told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom |
I did, and then we went zoom |
Don’t you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness |
I’m buggin', I’m trippin' in reality I’m skitzin' |
The cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith and |
D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people |
I’m a let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie |
It’s sure about does that you heard me |
And I dropped in effect since 9/11 |
I’m on the avenue with nines, elevens, I’m a two times felon |
That’s why I keep the top up, on my 9−11 |
Pele, in New Orleans, ain’t got no Rico law |
So I keep that heat in the car, but they don’t know |
I had that 'dro in the seat of the car |
But it’s hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow |
Ay, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue and red lights |
While your boy bypassing fare light |
But if them cock suckers ever get me dead right |
Three hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right? |
I speed at night, take it easy in the day |
Go hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae |
Yup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up |
But at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy |