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! Run! Cops got, guns! They givin' out life like by the tons Run! If you ain't do shit, you it That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip So, run! Hop
on stuck Drop down to the ground, with them big sounds Four twelves in the back, 'til the windshield cracks Like that, with a fat bass track And I
210 Right next door to the Fantastic Four, and the Penguin Good lookin Johnny, five-oh's right behind me Let me act like I know and get ghost Tuck in
law Is grabbing you, backstabbing you Policecars passing you, on dark avenues Mag lights flashing you, pigs harassing you Breaking you down, smashing you (smashing you
They givin' out life like by the 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
get dumb and numb Now, that you know like that These niggas come around, they don't know how to act In fact, I'm at the track in the back With a couple
is unknown, busting you bitches dome Pistol packing that chrome, look at them niggas running home I make moves with Reginelli, Pheno, and Gotti You getting
building 210 Right next door to the Fantastic Four, and the Penguin Good lookin Johnny, five-oh's right behind me Let me act like I know and get ghost
