[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 knock your bug, no, quick flag the car down Take me to, Ghost here they come now! 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 Get cassed, I'm not comin' home with no 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 cocksuckers got nerve
Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't want to merge
[Chorus] 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! motherfucker
[Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)] I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid) I like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)
[Jadakiss] 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' unbagged, 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 tryin' to hold my hammer up, and my pants too If they don't kill me, they gon' give me ...
