[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
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!