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Crack backs heavy on the cash all night
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at the drug site we hung tight
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three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks
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money gets low in the street yo
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tough times nickles thats bigger than dimes
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you know the flavor
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ruffneck city ain't nothin sweet kid ain't nothin pretty
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New York be poppin the cork on crime look at the nine
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summertime in the court house ??? shit whats mine
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two to four three to nine benatoned it what
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we all ran coke grams, you outta luck
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young bucks carrying gats, stay fat for what
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we all slipped through the po-nig nobody bust
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freeze, we in the breeze with the blunts
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nobody drop the trees or they fronts
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meet on the roof look off the front play low
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watch out for po-po thats how it go
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three in the whip, we not lagit though, run for the gusto
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peep Marcel and Brown comin around dippin the logo
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run! if you ever got somethin on you son
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you best a run, be off the set, bounce on the projects
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cease another vick, weed in your piss and parol gotsta have it
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slide like a rabbit move quick this is it
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hang jump from the fire escape, I made it
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drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck the bulets
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I'm losin my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my travel
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dance on em, in a fucked up whip, make my heart skip
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caught up in the drug traffic I astounded by the outfit
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one twentieth tried to knock my whole click
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run! these black boys that take none
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don't cop out shit, take the three six and add that shit
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run!... if you ever pack a nice size gun
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run!... if you sell drugs to your dun
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run!... be the fuck out word god run hard
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Beetween two cars we park, pepper got sparked
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in the dark heads scramble at the six ooh
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spys lookin at you one two lookin too
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how you roll what you stole let me see you
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nah fuck you, if you wasn't a cop I might bust you, I don't trust you
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coppers lust over my crew, forget a curfew
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we gather in the plaza to jerk through
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three sixty with the crime waves modern day slave
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first one to peel, it's not real
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plant that as a matter of fact we crack em down
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us against brown,run fast like you ran track
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never look back push the Acc on the sidewalk
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crash, toss the heat and tear ass
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zig zag till you reach your stash
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run!...if you sell drugs to your dun
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run!...be the fuck out word to god run hard
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me and the god back to back one eighty five
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and the four five survive that shit
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niggas came even though I seen you rollin there bowlin in green kid
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this cream'll get you rocked, knocked if you don't run
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don't grab my jacket dun get the fuck off, break north
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or go to jail, word life is trife, on the block it's too hot
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you got my man shot, nigga run
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we wylin on Staten Island it's one thing bein in the bing
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and not smilin on the gate it's too late
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fate held you over, jakes runnin for snakes
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the white rover, with the plates burn down Gee street
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comin from outta state, see me in the drivers seat
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coolin without the I.D., it's not me
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babylon to the god, D-I-V-I-N-E
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Run!...if you sell drugs to the dun
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Run!...be the fuck out, word to god run hard
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