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 nickles thats bigger than dimes
 you know the flavor
 ruffneck 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 ??? 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 lagit 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 parol 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 the bulets
 I'm losin my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my travel
 dance on em, in a fucked up whip, make my heart skip
 caught up in the drug traffic I astounded by the outfit
 one twentieth tried to knock my whole click
 run! these black boys that take none
 don't cop out shit, take the three 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 god run hard
 Beetween two cars we park, pepper got sparked
 in the dark heads scramble at the six ooh
 spys 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
 and the four five survive that shit
 niggas came 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
 babylon to the god, D-I-V-I-N-E
 Run!...if you sell drugs to the dun
 Run!...be the fuck out, word to god run hard