Run (Remix)

(albüm: The Wallabee Champ - 2008)

[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
Running through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothing
Bugging, only thing I remember was a bullshit summon
so I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is falling
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, plant shit, destroy evidence
Get cassed, I'm not coming home with no fifty six
Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks
Before I let these crackers throw me in shit
Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop
Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve
Heard I was killing shit, they must got word
That I told the chief of Rich Port I don't wanna merge

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone
Run! If you getting chased with no shoes on
Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!
They giving 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 coming 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!)

[Jadakiss]
Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car
I got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard
Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells
I'm cutting niggaz throats on the sails, while they puff L's
Don't leave nothing 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 getting knocked out
Then I can get rid of the pack
but I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dipping with that
Uh, down-shifting on 'em like I got gears on me
(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me
(Run!) Scared to death, running like I got bears on me
(Run!) My Timb's start feeling 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 ashmatic, so I'm looking 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

[Chorus]

Chocolate City!
They got me running and I'm way above three-hundred
Jewels stuck in my ass, gun under my stomach
And I don't even know why they chasing me for
Cause I'm dirty like a corner in a bathroom floor
So I run through the alley when I cut through the block
Running so fast, you would think I'm chasing the cops
Right in broad daylight, in the middle of winter
I can't go to jail, my mother cooking chicken for dinner
DAMN!

The Baltimore City Police Department
Trying to put me in a bunk-bed caged apartment
But I won't let 'em
You're gonna have to catch 'em
All I head was "FREEZE!" and "Goddammit, GET HIM!"
I bolt, I dodge, I'm sprint and flee
They got canines, and I don't need that shit on me
Body on the ground, I don't need that pit on me
but I'll be damn if a cop Rodney King me

[CHORUS]