Crack backs heavy on the cash all night

At the drug site we hung tight

Three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks

Money gets low in the street yo

Tough times nickels thats bigger than dimes, you know the flavor

Ruff neck city ain't nothin sweet kid ain't nothin pretty

New York be poppin' the cork on crime look at the nine

Summertime in the court house oh, shit whats mine

Two to four three to nine benatoned it what

We all ran coke grams, you outta luck

Young bucks carrying gats, stay fat for what

We all slipped through the po-nig nobody bust

Freeze, we in the breeze with the blunts

Nobody drop the trees or they fronts

Meet on the roof look off the front play low

Watch out for po-po thats how it go

Three in the whip, we not lag it though, run for the gusto

Peep Marcel and Brown comin' around dippin' the logo

Run if you ever got somethin' on you son

You best a run, be off the set, bounce on the projects

Cease another vick, weed in your piss and parole gotsta have it

Slide like a rabbit move quick this is it

Hang jump from the fire escape, I made it

Drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck those bullets

I'm losin' my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my travel

Dance on 'em, and I fucked up whip, make my heart skip

Caught up in the drug traffic I astounded surrounded by the outfit

One twentieth tried to knock my whole click

Run! These black boys that take none

Don't cop out the shit, take the three six and you add that shit

Run! If you ever pack a nice size gun

Run! If you sell drugs to your dun

Run! Be the fuck out word God run hard

Between two cars we park, pepper got sparked

In the dark heads scramble at the six ooh

Spy's lookin' at you one two lookin' too

How you roll what you stole let me see you

Nah fuck you, if you wasn't a cop I might bust you, I don't trust you

Coppers lust over my crew, forget a curfew

We gather in the plaza to jerk through

Three sixty with the crime waves modern day slave

First one to peel, it's not real

Plant that as a matter of fact we crack 'em down

Us against brown, run fast like you ran track

Never look back push the Acc on the sidewalk

Crash, toss the heat and tear ass

Zig zag till you reach your stash

Run! If you sell drugs to your dun

Run! Be the fuck out word to God run hard

Me and the God back to back one eighty five

With the four five survive that shit

You just came even though I remember your face

Even though I seen you rollin' there bowlin' in green kid

This cream will get you rocked, knocked if you don't run

Don't grab my jacket don't get the fuck off, break north

Or go to jail, word life is strife, on the block it's too hot

You got my man shot, nigga run

We wylin on Staten Island it's one thing bein' in the bing

And not smilin' on the gate it's too late

Fate held you over, jakes runnin' for snakes

The white rover, with the plates burn down Gee street

Comin' from outta state, see me in the drivers seat

Coolin' without the I.D., it's not me

Babylon to the God, D I V I N E

Run! If you sell drugs to the dun

Run! If you pack a nice size gun

Run! If you want to still have fun

Run! Be the fuck out word God run hard

Motherfucker

Run motherfucker run