Bulworth movie - Run lyrics

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Song by Cappadonna<br /><br>

Crack backs heavy on the cash all night<br>

at the drug site we hung tight<br>

three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks<br>

money gets low in the street yo<br>

tough times nickles thats bigger than dimes<br>

you know the flavor<br>

ruffneck city ain't nothin sweet kid ain't nothin pretty<br>

New York be poppin the cork on crime look at the nine<br>

summertime in the court house ?? shit whats mine<br>

two to four three to nine benatoned it what<br>

we all ran coke grams, you outta luck<br>

young bucks carrying gats, stay fat for what<br>

we all slipped through the po-nig nobody bust<br>

freeze, we in the breeze with the blunts<br>

nobody drop the trees or they fronts<br>

meet on the roof look off the front play low<br>

watch out for po-po thats how it go<br>

three in the whip, we not lagit though, run for the gusto<br>

peep Marcel and Brown comin around dippin the logo<br>

run! if you ever got somethin on you son<br>

you best a run, be off the set, bounce on the projects<br>

cease another vick, weed in your piss and parol gotsta have it<br>

slide like a rabbit move quick this is it<br>

hang jump from the fire escape, I made it<br>

drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck the bulets<br>

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

dance on em, in a fucked up whip, make my heart skip<br>

caught up in the drug traffic I astounded by the outfit<br>

one twentieth tried to knock my whole click<br>

run! these black boys that take none<br>

don't cop out shit, take the three six and add that shit<br>

run!... if you ever pack a nice size gun<br>

run!... if you sell drugs to your dun<br>

run!... be the fuck out word god run hard<br>

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Beetween two cars we park, pepper got sparked<br>

in the dark heads scramble at the six ooh<br>

spys lookin at you one two lookin too<br>

how you roll what you stole let me see you<br>

nah fuck you, if you wasn't a cop I might bust you, I don't trust you<br>

coppers lust over my crew, forget a curfew<br>

we gather in the plaza to jerk through<br>

three sixty with the crime waves modern day slave<br>

first one to peel, it's not real<br>

plant that as a matter of fact we crack em down<br>

us against brown,run fast like you ran track<br>

never look back push the Acc on the sidewalk<br>

crash, toss the heat and tear ass<br>

zig zag till you reach your stash<br>

run!...if you sell drugs to your dun<br>

run!...be the fuck out word to god run hard<br>

me and the god back to back one eighty five<br>

and the four five survive that shit<br>

niggas came even though I seen you rollin there bowlin in green kid<br>

this cream'll get you rocked, knocked if you don't run<br>

don't grab my jacket dun get the fuck off, break north<br>

or go to jail, word life is trife, on the block it's too hot<br>

you got my man shot, nigga run<br>

we wylin on Staten Island it's one thing bein in the bing<br>

and not smilin on the gate it's too late<br>

fate held you over, jakes runnin for snakes<br>

the white rover, with the plates burn down Gee street<br>

comin from outta state, see me in the drivers seat<br>

coolin without the I.D., it's not me<br>

babylon to the god, D-I-V-I-N-E<br>

Run!...if you sell drugs to the dun<br>

Run!...be the fuck out, word to god run hard<br>

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