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[Intro: Ghostface Killah]

Pss.. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)

Oh shit, yo, yo, run!

[Ghostface Killah]

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!

Errr! 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 cock suckers got nerve

Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word

That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]

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 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 comin' get the fuck out the entrance!

Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns! Muthafucka..

[Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]

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' un-bagged, 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


[Interlude: Comp]

Yeah... yes! Yes!

Comp, Chocolate City! (Whoo!)


They got me runnin' and I weigh about three hundred

Drawers stuck in my ass, gun under my stomach

And I don't even know why they chasin' me for

Cuz I'm dirty like the corner in the bathroom floor

So I run through the alley, when I come through the block

Runnin' so fast, you would think I'm chasin' the cops

Right in broad daylight, in the middle of winter

I can't go to jail, my mother cookin' chicken for dinner, damn!

The Board of the City, Police Department

Try'nna put me in that bunk bed caged apartment

But I won't let 'em, you gon' have to catch him

All I heard was "Freeze!" and "God damn it! Get him!"

I duck and dodge, I sprint and flee

They got canines and I don't need that sent on me

Body on the burner, I don't need that pit on me

But I'll be damned if a cop Rodney King me, Comp!


{*sirens and footsteps*}

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