Run Lyrics - The Pretty Toney Album - Ghostface Killah

(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 second floor, ran across, cracks is fallin' 

My pockets is mean, 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! Peel off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog 

Turned downhill, 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 

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[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! Motherfucka. 

[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!) 

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[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 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 Airs 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 tryin' 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 than 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]