Текст песни Cappadonna - Run
Cappadonna - Run слова песни
Crack backs heavy on the cash all nightat the drug site we hung tightthree o`clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicksmoney gets low in the street yotough times nickles thats bigger than dimesyou know the flavorruffneck city ain`t nothin sweet kid ain`t nothin prettyNew York be poppin the cork on crime look at the ninesummertime in the court house ??? shit whats minetwo to four three to nine benatoned it whatwe all ran coke grams, you outta luckyoung bucks carrying gats, stay fat for whatwe all slipped through the po-nig nobody bustfreeze, we in the breeze with the bluntsnobody drop the trees or they frontsmeet on the roof look off the front play lowwatch out for po-po thats how it gothree in the whip, we not lagit though, run for the gustopeep Marcel and Brown comin around dippin the logorun! if you ever got somethin on you sonyou best a run, be off the set, bounce on the projectscease another vick, weed in your piss and parol gotsta have itslide like a rabbit move quick this is ithang jump from the fire escape, I made itdrop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck the buletsI`m losin my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my traveldance on em, in a fucked up whip, make my heart skipcaught up in the drug traffic I astounded by the outfitone twentieth tried to knock my whole clickrun! these black boys that take nonedon`t cop out shit, take the three six and add that shitrun!... if you ever pack a nice size gunrun!... if you sell drugs to your dunrun!... be the fuck out word god run hardBeetween two cars we park, pepper got sparkedin the dark heads scramble at the six oohspys lookin at you one two lookin toohow you roll what you stole let me see younah fuck you, if you wasn`t a cop I might bust you, I don`t trust youcoppers lust over my crew, forget a curfewwe gather in the plaza to jerk throughthree sixty with the crime waves modern day slavefirst one to peel, it`s not realplant that as a matter of fact we crack em downus against brown,run fast like you ran tracknever look back push the Acc on the sidewalkcrash, toss the heat and tear asszig zag till you reach your stashrun!...if you sell drugs to your dunrun!...be the fuck out word to god run hardme and the god back to back one eighty fiveand the four five survive that shitniggas came even though I seen you rollin there bowlin in green kidthis cream`ll get you rocked, knocked if you don`t rundon`t grab my jacket dun get the fuck off, break northor go to jail, word life is trife, on the block it`s too hotyou got my man shot, nigga runwe wylin on Staten Island it`s one thing bein in the bingand not smilin on the gate it`s too latefate held you over, jakes runnin for snakesthe white rover, with the plates burn down Gee streetcomin from outta state, see me in the drivers seatcoolin without the I.D., it`s not mebabylon to the god, D-I-V-I-N-ERun!...if you sell drugs to the dunRun!...be the fuck out, word to god run hard