Bulworth movie - Run lyrics
rate meSong 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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