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(feat. Ghostface Killah) 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, like they quit Quicker than a slug that a rifle spit A thug quicker than Michael bit 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 in ? 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 ? 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 Letras de cancionesRun! 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 From Letras Mania