Run - Cappadonna

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 nickles thats bigger than dimes 
you know the flavor 
ruffneck 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 ??? 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 lagit 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 parol 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 the bulets 
I'm losin my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my travel 
dance on em, in a fucked up whip, make my heart skip 
caught up in the drug traffic I astounded by the outfit 
one twentieth tried to knock my whole click 
run! these black boys that take none 
don't cop out shit, take the three six and 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 
Beetween two cars we park, pepper got sparked 
in the dark heads scramble at the six ooh 
spys lookin at you one two lookin too 
how you roll what you