Crack backs, heavy on the cash, all night 
at the drug site, we hung tight 
3:00 in the night, ounces of coke, dirty kicks 
money gets low in the street yo, tough times 
nickles thats bigger than dimes, you know the flavor 
ruffneck city, ain't nothin sweet, kid, ain't nothin pretty 
New York, poppin the cork on crime, look at the 9 
summertime in the court house, ah shit it wasn't mine 
2 to 4, 3 to 9 benatoned it, what 
we all ran, fuck grams, you outta luck 
young bucks carrying gats, stay strapped for what 
we all slipped through the po-lig nobody bust 
freeze, we in the breeze with the blunts 
nobody drop the trees or they fronts 
meet on the roof, look off at the front, play low 
watch out for po-po, thats how it go 
three in the whip, we not that legit though, run for the gusto 
peep Marcel and Brown comin around, dippin the loco 
run, if you ever got somethin on you, son 
you best a run, be off the set, jet, bounce on the projects 
season of evict, weed in your piss and parole gots to 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 ah, fuck the 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 to six and 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 to god run hard 

Between two cars we park, pepper got sparked 
in the dark heads scramble at the six ooh 
spys lookin at you, one, two, oh, lookin too 
how you roll what you stole, let me see you go 
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 
3-60 with the crime waves, modern day slave, 1st-1 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 1-85 with the 4-5, survive that chase, 
you took case, even though I remember ya face 
Even though I seen you rollin there 
bowlin in green kid, this cream'll get you rocked, knocked if you don't run 
don't grab my jacket dun, get the fuck off, break north 
or go to jail, word life is trife, 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, babylons to the god, D-I-V-I-N-E 

Run, if you sell drugs to their dun 
Run, if you pack a nice sized gun 
Run, if you wanna still have fun 
Run, be the fuck out, word to god run hard 
 
Mother fucker, run, mother fucker, run