Run

Pss yo yo yo yo son roll

Oh shit yo yo 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 nothing

Buggin' only thing I remember was the bullshit summon

So I stopped at the 2nd floor

Ran across cracks is falling

My pockets is lean

Clean when I vanished off

Took off made track look easy

The walkie talkies them Det's had

Black they was rated P G

Run I will knock your bug no quick flag the car down

Take me to ghost here they come now

Errr pull off quick back up

Hit the bitch dog

Turned down hill light the Mommy's lif

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

F**king cassed I'm not coming home with no 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

Run if you sell drugs in the school zone

Run if you getting chased with no shoes on

Run f**k that run cops got guns

They giving out life like bird 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 coming get the f**k out the entrance

Run f**k that run

Cops got guns muthaf**ka

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 fine hundred

Hundred packs in my backyard

Clear twelve-twelve's

That look like stuff shells

I'm cuttin' niggaz 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

They come by one more time

They gone hop out

They two deep and one is a bitch

She getting 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 tryna hold my hammer up

And my pants too

If they don't kill me

They goin' give me a number I can't do

Rather it be the streets

Then jail where I die at

And I'm ashmatic

So I'm looking 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

Run if you sell drugs in the school zone

Run if you getting chased with no shoes on

Run f**k that run cops got guns

They giving out life like bird 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 coming get the f**k out the entrance

Run f**k that run

Cops got guns muthaf**ka