Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Run, artist - Jadakiss. Date of issue: 19.04.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
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 |