Lustra: Run

C'mon, c'mon, RUN[Hook 2x's - Lo]Vice pull up, what you gon' do - RUNWhen blue and white's come, what you gon' do - RUNIf you can't get away then stash the gunBefore you get popped off, have some fun[Lo]9 times outta 10, you escape when you runBut if you can't get away then toss the gunYou'll be seein' that county cellYou'll be livin' in county hellNiggaz in the bullpen'll erase yo blockMuthafuckin' Ricans done stole yo carYou wanna see this type of shit - NOYou wanna go this type of place - NOAll bullshit aside nigga jail ain't funEspecially when you can't make yo bail and runSittin' in the D-A room talkin' about appealThey ain't tryin' to hear that shit, be for realWhen you hear that you'll be payin' a lotTryin' to cop out boy ??? hotAin't goin' home cause you ain't got bondBetcha next time you'll remember to RUNHook 2x's[Lo]Cops see the same old niggaz on the blockCops see the same niggaz in the same spotIt ain't they fault that you wasn't on point26 hundred ?? in the jointMad at the nigga that had yo backIs he the same nigga that had the packThey knew every place that you hid the doughSo you the muthafucka that wasn't on postPlayin' with them hoes all outta controlServed too slow when PIG's in the holeIf you knew you had a ????Why the fuck you act like ice and frozeWhat was you thinkin' when you sold that crownYou coulda been bout three blocks downHittin' gates and gateways and all thatKept all the cash, the yay, and the gatTook you a break, woulda smoked you a bluntCame back out and shot back upC'mon, c'mon, and RUNHook 2x's[Twista]Leave the gateway open so I can dip through the backSmokin' ??????? they got in a packTippin' from all the hypes that's pullin' up on bikesWhat the hell am I doin' out here servin' with two strikesNiggaz don't know I'm trainin' to be a track star(Whoop, Whoop - Errrrr!) Put yo hands on the carYou must be one of them tight big niggaz that's oldBut I'm from the bigger number with the rhythm and rollI hit blocks, dip copsKept the knot, dropped the glock, ended up on WilcoxIt don't even matter now cause I done throwed them rocksWent through a house that I don't know like I was Goldie LocksI broke a sweatNow I'm smokin' dro in a LacI'm throwin' a packShit, I ain't never goin' backIf I happen to go to jail, niggaz better tryin'I make a getaway cleverly and never see time cause I'll RUNHook