Crack backs heavy on the cash all night   At the drug site we hung tight   Three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks   Money gets low in the street yo   Tough times nickels thats bigger than dimes, you know the flavor   Ruff neck city ain't nothin sweet kid ain't nothin pretty      New York be poppin' the cork on crime look at the nine   Summertime in the court house oh, shit whats mine   Two to four three to nine benatoned it what   We all ran coke grams, you outta luck   Young bucks carrying gats, stay fat for what   We all slipped through the po-nig nobody bust      Freeze, we in the breeze with the blunts   Nobody drop the trees or they fronts   Meet on the roof look off the front play low   Watch out for po-po thats how it go   Three in the whip, we not lag it though, run for the gusto   Peep Marcel and Brown comin' around dippin' the logo   Run if you ever got somethin' on you son      You best a run, be off the set, bounce on the projects   Cease another vick, weed in your piss and parole gotsta have it   Slide like a rabbit move quick this is it   Hang jump from the fire escape, I made it   Drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck those bullets   I'm losin' my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my travel   Dance on 'em, and I fucked up whip, make my heart skip   Caught up in the drug traffic I astounded surrounded by the outfit      One twentieth tried to knock my whole click   Run! These black boys that take none   Don't cop out the shit, take the three six and you add that shit   Run! If you ever pack a nice size gun   Run! If you sell drugs to your dun   Run! Be the fuck out word God run hard      Between two cars we park, pepper got sparked   In the dark heads scramble at the six ooh   Spy's lookin' at you one two lookin' too   How you roll what you stole let me see you   Nah fuck you, if you wasn't a cop I might bust you, I don't trust you   Coppers lust over my crew, forget a curfew      We gather in the plaza to jerk through   Three sixty with the crime waves modern day slave   First one to peel, it's not real   Plant that as a matter of fact we crack 'em down   Us against brown, run fast like you ran track   Never look back push the Acc on the sidewalk   Crash, toss the heat and tear ass   Zig zag till you reach your stash      Run! If you sell drugs to your dun   Run! Be the fuck out word to God run hard      Me and the God back to back one eighty five   With the four five survive that shit   You just came even though I remember your face   Even though I seen you rollin' there bowlin' in green kid   This cream will get you rocked, knocked if you don't run   Don't grab my jacket don't get the fuck off, break north   Or go to jail, word life is strife, on the block it's too hot      You got my man shot, nigga run   We wylin on Staten Island it's one thing bein' in the bing   And not smilin' on the gate it's too late   Fate held you over, jakes runnin' for snakes   The white rover, with the plates burn down Gee street   Comin' from outta state, see me in the drivers seat   Coolin' without the I.D., it's not me   Babylon to the God, D I V I N E      Run! If you sell drugs to the dun   Run! If you pack a nice size gun   Run! If you want to still have fun   Run! Be the fuck out word God run hard      Motherfucker   Run motherfucker run