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Rui Da Silva F/ Cassandra - Текст песни Run
[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 itRui Da Silva F/ Cassandra - Run - http://ru.motolyrics.com/rui-da-silva-f-cassandra/run-lyrics.html
 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]














