Run

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Pss.. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!) Oh shit, yo, yo, run! [Verse 1: 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 nothin' Bugging, only thing I remember was the bullshit summons So I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is falling My pockets is mean, clean when I vanished off Took off, made track look easy The walkie talkies them D.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 a rock Run! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops Run! They amp shit, plant shit, destroy evidence Fuck a case, 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 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 [Hook: 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 givin' out life like by the ton Run! If you ain't do shit, you it That next felony, nigga, is 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!) [Verse 2: 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 stuffed shells I'm cutting niggas' throats on the sales, while they puff L's Don't leave nothing unbagged, shave everything I learned from the O.G.'s 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 Timbs start feeling like they Nike Airs on me (Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Thruway My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way Now I'm trying to 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 Imagine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do [Hook]