Run

Yeah, let's bring it over here to the LAPD man

Uh Oh

Whenever 5-0 hit, my mind's speakin' on some survival shit

I'm an Outlaw, 5-0 is who I'm rivals with

So I'm out y'all, lightning quit

Quicker than a slug that a rifle spit

A thug quicker than Michael Vick

Run, Gestapo's comin' up fast so I gotta dash

We hood stars and they never wanted a autograph

One of the homies didn't run and they shot his ass

He paralyzed now and can't move his bottom half

Standin' still is the silly plan

Even if I gotta snatch a innocent bitch right out of her mini van

I knock you off ya Ducati and wouldn't give a damn

They respondin' with shots fire

I'm the trigger man

I run, I'm ditchin' out fools

They never cease, he rode a sixty in some house shoes

Penitentiary time and Crooked I just don't miss

Plus my homies incarcerated told me to stay on the bricks

So I

[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 bird tons

Run! If you ain't do shit, you it

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! Motherfucker...

Damn, these motherfuckers are on my ass man

I gotta make it back to motherfuckin' Long Beach Boulevard, fuck