Ghostface Killah feat. Jadakiss & Comp - Run (Ratatat remix) | Текст песни

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• Ghostface Killah feat. Jadakiss & Comp
• Run (Ratatat remix)

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Pss… yo, yo, yo (yo son, roll!)
Oh shit, yo, yo, run!

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor, step, hit the ground
The pound fell, cops is coming
Running through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'
Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summons
So I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across
Cracks is fallin', my pockets is mean, clean when I vanished off
Took off, made track look easy
The walkie talkies them D.T.s had, black, they was rated P.G
Run, I will not give up, 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 a rock
Run! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops
Run! They amp shit, plant shit, destroy evidence
Fuck a case, I'm not coming home with no 56
Die with the heart of Scarface and take 50 licks
Before I let these crackers throw me in shit
Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop
Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve
Heard I was killing shit, they must got word
That I told the chief of Rich Port I don't wanna merge
[Hook: Ghostface Killah]

Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone
Run! If you getting chased with no shoes on
Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!
They givin' out life like by the ton
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, is like three zip
So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!
When you see me coming, get the fuck out the entrance!
Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns! Mothafucka

[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!)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car
I got five hundred hundred-packs in my backyard
Clear 12-12's that look like stuffed shells
I'm cutting niggas' throats on the sales, while they puff L's
Don't leave nothing unbagged, shave everything
I learned from the OG's to save everything
They come by one more time, they gon' hop out
They two deep, and one is a bitch, she getting 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-shifting on 'em like I got gears on me

(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me
(Run!) Scared to death, running like I got bears on me
(Run!) My Timbs start feeling like they Nike Airs on me
(Run!) It's hard for me to slow down
It's like I'm on the Thruway
My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way
Now I'm trying to 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 than jail where I die at
And I'm asthmatic, so I'm looking for somewhere to hide at
But they too close, and I got this new toast; imagine if I would've let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do

[Hook]

[Interlude: Comp]
Yeah… yes! Yes!
Comp, Chocolate City! (Whoo!)

They got me runnin' and I weigh about three hundred
Drawers stuck in my ass, gun under my stomach
And I don’t even know why they chasin' me for
Cuz I’m dirty like the corner in the bathroom floor
So I run through the alley, when I come through the block
Runnin' so fast, you would think I’m chasin' the cops
Right in broad daylight, in the middle of winter
I can’t go to jail, my mother cookin' chicken for dinner, damn!
The Baltimore City, Police Department
Try'nna put me in that bunk bed caged apartment
But I won’t let ‘em, you gon’ have to catch him
All I heard was “Freeze!” and “God damn it! Get him!”
I duck and dodge, I sprint and flee
They got canines and I don’t need that sent on me
Body on the burner, I don’t need that pit on me
But I’ll be damned if a cop Rodney King me, Comp!