Bulworth Soundtrack Run Lyrics

Run Lyrics

Crack backs heavy on the cash all night

at the drug site we hung tight

three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks

money gets low
in the street yo

tough times nickles thats bigger than dimes

you
know the flavor

ruffneck city ain't nothin sweet kid ain't nothin
pretty

New York be poppin the cork on crime look at the nine

summertime in the court house ??? shit whats mine

two to four three to
nine benatoned it what

we all ran coke grams, you outta luck

young
bucks carrying gats, stay fat for what

we all slipped through the po-nig
nobody bust

freeze, we in the breeze with the blunts

nobody drop
the trees or they fronts

meet on the roof look off the front play low

watch out for po-po thats how it go

three in the whip, we not lagit
though, run for the gusto

peep Marcel and Brown comin around dippin the
logo

run! if you ever got somethin on you son

you best a run, be
off the set, bounce on the projects

cease another vick, weed in your piss
and parol gotsta have it

slide like a rabbit move quick this is it

hang jump from the fire escape, I made it

drop the clip fingerprints
all on it, ah fuck the bulets

I'm losin my pants, I advance in my speed,
succeed in my travel

dance on em, in a fucked up whip, make my heart
skip

caught up in the drug traffic I astounded by the outfit

one
twentieth tried to knock my whole click

run! these black boys that take
none

don't cop out shit, take the three six and add that shit

run!... if you ever pack a nice size gun

run!... if you sell drugs to
your dun

run!... be the fuck out word god run hard

Beetween two
cars we park, pepper got sparked

in the dark heads scramble at the six
ooh

spys lookin at you one two lookin too

how you roll what you
stole l