GHOSTFACE KILLAH - Run

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    GHOSTFACE KILLAH LYRICS
    
    "Run"(feat. Jadakiss)
    [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 knock your bug, 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
    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 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!)
    
    [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 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 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
    
    [Chorus]

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