Cappadonna
The Pillage
Run
[Cappadonna]
Crack bags, heavy on the cash all night
At the drug site we hung tight
Three o'clock in the night, ounces of blow, dirty kicks
Money gets low in the street yo
Tough times, nickles that's bigger than dimes
You know the flavor, roughneck 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 courthouse, aww shit, it wasn't mine
Two to four, three to nine, Benatton did what
We all ran fuckgrams, you outta luck
Young bucks carryin gats, stay strapped for what?
We all slipped from the po-lick, nobody bust
Freeze - we in the breeze with the blunts
Nobody drop they trees or they fronts
Meet up on the roof, look off the front, play low
Watch out for po-po, that's how it go, three in the whip
We not that legit 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, jet
Bounce from the projects, seize another vict
Weed in your piss and parole gotsta have it
Slide like a rabbit, move quick this is it
Hang tough from the fire escape, I made it
Drop the clip, fingerprints all on it
Aww fuck those bullets, I'm losin my pants
I advance 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 ascounded, surrounded by the outfit
120th tried to knock my whole click
Run, these black boys that take none
Don't cop out the shit
Take the three and six and you add that shit
Run, if you ever pack a nice sized gun
Run, if you sell drugs to your dunn
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 6-ooh
Spies lookin at you, 1-2-0 lookin too
How you roll? What you stole? Let me see you gold - 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 crimewave, modern day slave
Be the first one to peel, it's not real
Plant that, as a matter of fact we crackin down
Us against brown, run fast like you ran track
Never look back, push the Ak on the sidewalk
Crash, toss the heat and tear ass
Zig zag till you reach your stash
Run, if you sell drugs to you dunn
Run, be the fuck out word to God run hard
Me and the god back to back 185 with the four-five
Survive that take
You took case even though I remember your face
Even Nolan 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 dunn, 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 bank
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 G street
Comin from outta state, see me in the driver's seat
Coolin without the I.D., it's not me
That belongs to the god D-I-V-I-N-E
Run, if you sell drugs to they dunn
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
Muthafucker
Run muthafucker run
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