CROOKED I lyrics : "Run '04"
Yeah, let's bring it over here to the LAPD man
Uh Oh
Whenever 5-0 hit, my mind's speakin' on some survival %#@!
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 $$#
He paralyzed now and can't move his bottom half
Standin' still is the silly plan
Even if I gotta snatch a innocent (*##$ right out of her mini van
I knock you off in ? and wouldn't give a damn
They respondin' with shots fire
I'm the trigger man
I run, I'm ditchin' out fools
They never ?
Penitentiary time and Crooked I just don't miss
Plus my homies incarcerated told me to stay on the bricks
So I
[Hook: Ghostface Killah]
Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone
Run! If you getting' chased with no shoes on
Run! $#&@ that! Run! Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like bird tons
Run! If you ain't do %#@!, you it
That next felony ^!$$%, it's like three zip
So, Run! Hop fences, jump over benches!
When you see me comin' get the $#&@ out the entrance!
Run! $#&@ that! Run! Cops got guns! Mother$#&@er...
Damn, these mother$#&@ers are on my $$# man
I gotta make it back to mother$#&@in' Long Beach Boulevard, $#&@
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