Run (Remix)

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Ghostface Killah
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feat. Comp, 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 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, plan shit, destroy evidence Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm 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 cock suckers 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' un-bagged, 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 asthmatic, 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] [Interlude: Comp] Yeah... yes! Yes! Comp, Chocolate City! (Whoo!) [Comp] They got me runnin' and I weigh about three hundred Drawers stuck in my ass, gun under my stomach And I don't even know why they chasin' me for Cuz I'm dirty like the corner in the bathroom floor So I run through the alley, when I come through the block Runnin' so fast, you would think I'm chasin' the cops Right in broad daylight, in the middle of winter I can't go to jail, my mother cookin' chicken for dinner, damn! The Board of the City, Police Department Try'nna put me in that bunk bed caged apartment But I won't let 'em, you gon' have to catch him All I heard was "Freeze!" and "God damn it! Get him!" I duck and dodge, I sprint and flee They got canines and I don't need that sent on me Body on the burner, I don't need that pit on me But I'll be damned if a cop Rodney King me, Comp! [Chorus] {*sirens and footsteps*}

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