[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Psst
Yo (Yo)
Yo, yo (Yo, it's 5-0)
Yo, we gotta run
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Ayy, yo, I jumped from the eighth floor step, hit the ground
The pound fell, cops is coming
Runnin' through them pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'
Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summons
So I stopped at the second 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 DT's had, black, they was rated PG
Run, I will not give up (No)
Quick, flag the car down (Yo, yo, yo)
Take me to— "Ghost, here they come now"
Err, peel off quick
Back up, hit the bitch
Dog, turn down Hill, light the Marley spliff (Run)
I will not get bagged on the 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 comin' home when I'm fifty-six (No)
Die with the heart of Scarface, it take fifty licks
Before I let these crackers throw me in the shit
Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, threw the bird
Hop curb, swerve or get swerved
These cocksuckers got nerve
Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word
That I told the chief on Rich Port, "I don't wanna merge"
Psst
Yo (Yo)
Yo, yo (Yo, it's 5-0)
Yo, we gotta run
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Ayy, yo, I jumped from the eighth floor step, hit the ground
The pound fell, cops is coming
Runnin' through them pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'
Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summons
So I stopped at the second 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 DT's had, black, they was rated PG
Run, I will not give up (No)
Quick, flag the car down (Yo, yo, yo)
Take me to— "Ghost, here they come now"
Err, peel off quick
Back up, hit the bitch
Dog, turn down Hill, light the Marley spliff (Run)
I will not get bagged on the 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 comin' home when I'm fifty-six (No)
Die with the heart of Scarface, it take fifty licks
Before I let these crackers throw me in the shit
Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, threw the bird
Hop curb, swerve or get swerved
These cocksuckers got nerve
Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word
That I told the chief on Rich Port, "I don't wanna merge"
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