Lyrics Run - Wu-Tang Clan
Aiyo,
I
jumped
from
the
8th
floor
step,
hit
the
ground
The
pound
fell,
cops
is
coming
Runnin'
through
the
pissy
stairwells,
I
ain't
hear
nothin'
Buggin',
only
thing
I
remember
was
the
bullshit
summon
So
I,
stopped
at
the
2nd
floor,
ran
across,
cracks
is
fallin'
My
pockets
is
lean,
clean
when
I
vanished
off
Took
off,
made
track
look
easy
The
walkie
talkies
them
D-E-T's
had,
black,
they
was
rated
P.
G
Run,
I
will
not
give
up,
no,
quick
flag
the
car
down
Take
me
to.
Ghost
here
they
come
now!
Errr!
Pull
off
quick,
back
up,
hit
the
bitch,
dog
Turned
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
am'
shit,
plan
shit,
destroy
evidence
Fuck
a
case,
I'm
not
comin'
home
when
I'm
fifty
six
Die
with
the
heart
of
Scarface
and
take
fifty
licks
Before
I
let
these
crackers
throw
me
and
shit
Bounce
if
you
a
good
kid,
bounce,
do
the
bird
hop
Curse,
swerve
to
get
served,
these
cocks
suckers
got
nerve
Heard
I
was
killin'
shit,
they
must
got
word
That
I
told
the
chief
on
Rich
Port
I
don't
wanna
merge
Run!
If
you
sell
drugs
in
the
school
zone
Run!
If
you
gettin'
chased
with
no
shoes
on
Run!
Fuck
that!
Run!
Cops
got,
guns!
They
givin'
out
life
like
bird
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!
When
you
see
me
comin'
get
the
fuck
out
the
entrance!
Run!
Fuck
that!
Run!
Cops
got
guns!
They
got
me
runnin'
and
I
weigh
about
three
hundred
Drawers
stuck
in
my
ass,
gun
under
my
stomach
And
I
don't
even
know
why
they
chasin'
me
for
Cuz
I'm
dirty
like
the
corner
in
the
bathroom
floor
So
I
run
through
the
alley,
when
I
come
through
the
block
Runnin'
so
fast,
you
would
think
I'm
chasin'
the
cops
Right
in
broad
daylight,
in
the
middle
of
winter
I
can't
go
to
jail,
my
mother
cookin'
chicken
for
dinner,
damn!
The
Board
of
the
City,
Police
Department
Try'nna
put
me
in
that
bunk
bed
caged
apartment
But
I
won't
let
'em,
you
gon'
have
to
catch
him
All
I
heard
was
"Freeze!"
and
"God
damn
it!
Get
him!"
I
duck
and
dodge,
I
sprint
and
flee
They
got
canines
and
I
don't
need
that
sent
on
me
Body
on
the
burner,
I
don't
need
that
pit
on
me
But
I'll
be
damned
if
a
cop
Rodney
King
me,
Comp!
Run!
If
you
sell
drugs
in
the
school
zone
Run!
If
you
gettin'
chased
with
no
shoes
on
Run!
Fuck
that!
Run!
Cops
got,
guns!
They
givin'
out
life
like
bird
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!
When
you
see
me
comin'
get
the
fuck
out
the
entrance!
Run!
Fuck
that!
Run!
Cops
got
guns!
Muthafucka.
Album
Disciples Of The 36 Chambers: Chapter 1 [2004/Live In San Bernadino, CA (Explicit)]
date of release
28-09-2004
1 Clan in da Front
2 Ice Cream
3 Bring da Ruckus
4 Gravel Pit
5 Da Mystery of Chessboxin'
6 Tearz
7 Method Man
8 C.R.E.A.M.
9 Shame on a N***a
10 Y'all Been Warned
11 Triumph
12 Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthin' ta F' Wit
13 Ghost Deini
14 For Heaven's Sake
15 Criminology
16 Incarcerated Scarfaces
17 Brooklyn Zoo
18 Bring the Pain
19 It's Yourz
20 Liquid Swords
21 One Blood Under W
22 In the Hood
23 Run
24 Dog S**T
25 Shimmy Shimmy Ya
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