Run

(Album: Legit Ballin' - Vol.2 - 2001)

C'mon, c'mon, RUN

[Hook 2x's Lo]
Vice pull up, what you gon' do RUN
When blue and white's come, what you gon' do RUN
If you can't get away then stash the gun
Before you get popped off, have some fun

[Lo]
9 times outta 10, you escape when you run
But if you can't get away then toss the gun
You'll be seeing that county cell
You'll be living in county hell
Niggaz in the bullpen'll erase yo block
Muthafucking Ricans done stole yo car
You wanna see this type of shit NO
You wanna go this type of place NO
All bullshit aside nigga jail ain't fun
Especially when you can't make yo bail and run
Sitting in the D-A room talking about appeal
They ain't trying to hear that shit, be for real
When you hear that you'll be paying a lot
Trying to cop out boy ?? hot
Ain't going home cause you ain't got bond
Betcha next time you'll remember to RUN

[Hook 2x's]

[Lo]
Cops see the same old niggaz on the block
Cops see the same niggaz in the same spot
It ain't they fault that you wasn't on point
26 hundred ?? in the joint
Mad at the nigga that had yo back
Is he the same nigga that had the pack
They knew every place that you hid the dough
So you the muthafucka that wasn't on post
Playing with them hoes all outta control
Served too slow when PIG's in the hole
If you knew you had a ??
Why the fuck you act like ice and froze
What was you thinking when you sold that crown
You coulda been bout three blocks down
Hitting gates and gateways and all that
Kept all the cash, the yay, and the gat
Took you a break, woulda smoked you a blunt
Came back out and shot back up
C'mon, c'mon, and RUN

[Hook 2x's]

[Twista]
Leave the gateway open so I can dip through the back
Smoking ?? they got in a pack
Tipping from all the hypes that's pulling up on bikes
What the hell am I doing out here serving with two strikes
Niggaz don't know I'm training to be a track star
(Whoop, Whoop Errrrr!) Put yo hands on the car
You must be one of them tight big niggaz that's old
But I'm from the bigger number with the rhythm and roll
I hit blocks, dip cops
Kept the knot, dropped the glock, ended up on Wilcox
It don't even matter now cause I done throwed them rocks
Went through a house that I don't know like I was Goldie Locks
I broke a sweat
Now I'm smoking dro in a Lac
I'm throwing a pack
Shit, I ain't never going back
If I happen to go to jail, niggaz better trying
I make a getaway cleverly and never see time cause I'll RUN

[Hook]