| Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground
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| The pound fell, cops is coming
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| Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain’t hear nothin'
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| Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon
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| So I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'
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| My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off
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| Took off, made track look easy
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| The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P. G
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| Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down
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| Take me to, Ghost here they come now!
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| Er! |
| Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog
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| Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff
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| Run! |
| I will not get bagged on the rock
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| Run! |
| I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops
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| Run! |
| They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence
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| Fuck a case, I’m not comin' home when I’m fifty six
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| Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks
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| Before I let these crackers throw me and shit
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| Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop
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| Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve
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| Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word
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| That I told the chief on Rich Port I don’t wanna merge
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| I skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up
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| Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest
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| I had to break free, police on me and they F-B's
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| Yelling «I think his name Lex, that’s his aunt, freeze»
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| That’s when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room
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| Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar
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| Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me
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| Cab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that’s six fifty
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| Stop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden
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| Yelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace
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| Build be gone, ain’t no honor amongst thieves
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| Please, plus they heard I’m getting Parmesan cheese
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| And I won’t stop moving til the metal dig me
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| Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, y’all need me
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| That’s when it is, what it is, if it’s that or the cup
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| But in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is
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| Run! |
| If you sell drugs in the school zone
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| Run! |
| If you gettin' chased with no shoes on
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| Run! |
| Fuck that! |
| Run! |
| Cops got, guns!
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| They givin' out life like by the tons
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| Run! |
| If you ain’t do shit, you it
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| That next felony, nigga, it’s like three zip
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| So, run! |
| Hop fences, jump over benches!
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| When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!
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| Run! |
| Fuck that! |
| Run! |
| Cops got guns!
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| Ah-hah! |
| I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid)
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| I like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)
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| Yo, uh, it’s Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car
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| I got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard
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| Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells
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| I’m cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L’s
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| Don’t leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything
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| I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)
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| They come by one more time, they gon' hop out
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| They two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out
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| Then I can get rid of the pack
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| But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I’m dippin' with that
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| Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me
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| (Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me
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| (Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me
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| (Run!) My Timb’s start feelin' like they Nike Air’s on me
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| (Run!) It’s hard for me to slow down, it’s like I’m on the throughway
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| My belt’s in the crib on the floor by my two-way
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| Now I’m try’nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too
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| If they don’t kill me, they gon' give me a number I can’t do
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| Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at
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| And I’m asthmatic, so I’m lookin' for somewhere to hide at
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| But they too close, and I got this new toast
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| 'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do
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| Free hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down
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| Down to Dela', when y’all rarely toting the milli round
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| I bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south
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| Carolina had the milli down there
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| Pearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks
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| In Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech
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| Told them freaks that I gotta run, I’m on the run
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| 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
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| It’s like a race, cops chase me, I’m chasing the moon
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| Before I left the premise, saw two more bitches
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| They told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom
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| I did, and then we went zoom
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| Don’t you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness
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| I’m buggin', I’m trippin' in reality I’m skitzin'
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| The cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith and
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| D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people
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| I’m a let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie
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| It’s sure about does that you heard me
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| And I dropped in effect since 9/11
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| I’m on the avenue with nines, elevens, I’m a two times felon
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| That’s why I keep the top up, on my 9−11
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| Pele, in New Orleans, ain’t got no Rico law
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| So I keep that heat in the car, but they don’t know
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| I had that 'dro in the seat of the car
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| But it’s hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow
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| Ay, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue and red lights
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| While your boy bypassing fare light
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| But if them cock suckers ever get me dead right
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| Three hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?
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| I speed at night, take it easy in the day
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| Go hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae
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| Yup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up
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| But at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Run , by - Jadakiss. Song from the album GhostDeini The Great, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп