Ghostface Killah Lyrics

Album: The Pretty Toney Album

Run Lyrics

(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 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 knock your bug, 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

 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

 

 [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' 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 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 ashmatic, 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]