[{"id":18711696,"name":"Run","trackName":"Run","artistName":"Ghostface Killah","albumName":"Best of Ghostface Killah","duration":199.68,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Ghostface Killah]\nPss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\nOh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n[Ghostface Killah]\nAiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\nThe pound fell, cops is coming\nRunnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\nBuggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\nso I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\nMy pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\nTook off, made track look easy\nThe walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\nRun, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\nTake me to. Ghost here they come now!\nErrr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\nTurned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\nRun! I will not get bagged on the rock\nRun! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\nRun! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\nFuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\nDie with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\nBefore I let these crackers throw me and shit\nBounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\nCurse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\nHeard I was killin' shit, they must got word\nThat I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n[Raekwon]\nI skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\nRan up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\nI had to break free, police on me and they FB's\nYelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\nThat's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\nBoom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\nDamn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\nCab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\nStop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\nYelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\nBuild be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\nPlease, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\nAnd I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\nSay word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\nThat's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\nBut in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\nRun! If you sell drugs in the school zone\nRun! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\nThey givin' out life like by the tons\nRun! If you ain't do shit, you it\nThat next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\nSo, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\nWhen you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n[Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\nAh-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\nI like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n[Jadakiss]\nYo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\nI got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\nClear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\nI'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\nDon't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\nI learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\nThey come by one more time, they gon' hop out\nThey two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\nThen I can get rid of the pack\nBut I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\nUh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n(Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n(Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n(Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\nMy belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\nNow I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\nIf they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\nRather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\nAnd I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\nBut they too close, and I got this new toast\n'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n[Freeway]\nFree hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\nDown to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\nI bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\nCarolina had the milli down there\nPearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\nIn Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\nTold them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\nBut they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\nI stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\nIt's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\nBefore I left the premise, saw two more bitches\nThey told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\nI did, and then we went zoom\nDon't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\nI'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\nThe cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Interlude: Lil Wayne]\nD-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\nI'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n[Lil Wayne]\nIt's sure about does that you heard me\nAnd I dropped in effect since 9/11\nI'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\nThat's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\nPele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\nSo I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\nI had that 'dro in the seat of the car\nBut it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\nAy, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\nWhile your boy bypassing fare light\nBut if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\nThree hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\nI speed at night, take it easy in the day\nGo hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\nYup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\nBut at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Run\n  artist: Ghostface Killah\n  album: Best of Ghostface Killah\n  duration_ms: 199680\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Ghostface Killah]\n  Pss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\n  Oh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n  [Ghostface Killah]\n  Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\n  The pound fell, cops is coming\n  Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\n  Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\n  so I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\n  My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\n  Took off, made track look easy\n  The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\n  Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\n  Take me to. Ghost here they come now!\n  Errr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\n  Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\n  Run! I will not get bagged on the rock\n  Run! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\n  Run! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\n  Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\n  Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\n  Before I let these crackers throw me and shit\n  Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\n  Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\n  Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word\n  That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n  [Raekwon]\n  I skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\n  Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\n  I had to break free, police on me and they FB's\n  Yelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\n  That's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\n  Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\n  Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\n  Cab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\n  Stop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\n  Yelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\n  Build be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\n  Please, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\n  And I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\n  Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\n  That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\n  But in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n  [Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\n  Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone\n  Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\n  They givin' out life like by the tons\n  Run! If you ain't do shit, you it\n  That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\n  So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\n  When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n  [Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\n  Ah-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\n  I like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n  [Jadakiss]\n  Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\n  I got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\n  Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\n  I'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\n  Don't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\n  I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\n  They come by one more time, they gon' hop out\n  They two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\n  Then I can get rid of the pack\n  But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\n  Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n  (Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n  (Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n  (Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n  (Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\n  My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\n  Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\n  If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\n  Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\n  And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\n  But they too close, and I got this new toast\n  'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n  [Freeway]\n  Free hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\n  Down to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\n  I bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\n  Carolina had the milli down there\n  Pearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\n  In Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\n  Told them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\n  But they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\n  I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\n  It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\n  Before I left the premise, saw two more bitches\n  They told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\n  I did, and then we went zoom\n  Don't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\n  I'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\n  The cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Interlude: Lil Wayne]\n  D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\n  I'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n  [Lil Wayne]\n  It's sure about does that you heard me\n  And I dropped in effect since 9/11\n  I'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\n  That's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\n  Pele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\n  So I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\n  I had that 'dro in the seat of the car\n  But it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\n  Ay, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\n  While your boy bypassing fare light\n  But if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\n  Three hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\n  I speed at night, take it easy in the day\n  Go hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\n  Yup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\n  But at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":21754241,"name":"Run (remix)","trackName":"Run (remix)","artistName":"Ghostface Killah","albumName":"Best of Ghostface Killah","duration":350.946667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Ghostface Killah]\nPss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\nOh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n[Ghostface Killah]\nAiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\nThe pound fell, cops is coming\nRunnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\nBuggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\nSo I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\nMy pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\nTook off, made track look easy\nThe walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\nRun, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\nTake me to. Ghost here they come now!\nErrr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\nTurned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\nRun! I will not get bagged on the rock\nRun! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\nRun! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\nFuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\nDie with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\nBefore I let these crackers throw me and shit\nBounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\nCurse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\nHeard I was killin' shit, they must got word\nThat I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n[Raekwon]\nI skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\nRan up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\nI had to break free, police on me and they FB's\nYelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\nThat's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\nBoom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\nDamn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\nCab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\nStop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\nYelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\nBuild be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\nPlease, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\nAnd I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\nSay word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\nThat's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\nBut in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\nRun! If you sell drugs in the school zone\nRun! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\nThey givin' out life like by the tons\nRun! If you ain't do shit, you it\nThat next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\nSo, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\nWhen you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n[Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\nAh-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\nI like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n[Jadakiss]\nYo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\nI got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\nClear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\nI'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\nDon't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\nI learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\nThey come by one more time, they gon' hop out\nThey two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\nThen I can get rid of the pack\nBut I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\nUh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n(Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n(Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n(Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\nMy belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\nNow I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\nIf they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\nRather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\nAnd I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\nBut they too close, and I got this new toast\n'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n[Freeway]\nFree hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\nDown to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\nI bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\nCarolina had the milli down there\nPearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\nIn Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\nTold them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\nBut they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\nI stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\nIt's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\nBefore I left the premise, saw two more bitches\nThey told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\nI did, and then we went zoom\nDon't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\nI'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\nThe cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Interlude: Lil Wayne]\nD-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\nI'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n[Lil Wayne]\nIt's sure about does that you heard me\nAnd I dropped in effect since 9/11\nI'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\nThat's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\nPele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\nSo I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\nI had that 'dro in the seat of the car\nBut it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\nAy, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\nWhile your boy bypassing fare light\nBut if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\nThree hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\nI speed at night, take it easy in the day\nGo hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\nYup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\nBut at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Run (remix)\n  artist: Ghostface Killah\n  album: Best of Ghostface Killah\n  duration_ms: 350947\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Ghostface Killah]\n  Pss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\n  Oh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n  [Ghostface Killah]\n  Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\n  The pound fell, cops is coming\n  Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\n  Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\n  So I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\n  My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\n  Took off, made track look easy\n  The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\n  Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\n  Take me to. Ghost here they come now!\n  Errr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\n  Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\n  Run! I will not get bagged on the rock\n  Run! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\n  Run! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\n  Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\n  Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\n  Before I let these crackers throw me and shit\n  Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\n  Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\n  Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word\n  That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n  [Raekwon]\n  I skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\n  Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\n  I had to break free, police on me and they FB's\n  Yelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\n  That's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\n  Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\n  Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\n  Cab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\n  Stop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\n  Yelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\n  Build be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\n  Please, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\n  And I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\n  Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\n  That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\n  But in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n  [Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\n  Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone\n  Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\n  They givin' out life like by the tons\n  Run! If you ain't do shit, you it\n  That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\n  So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\n  When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n  [Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\n  Ah-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\n  I like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n  [Jadakiss]\n  Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\n  I got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\n  Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\n  I'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\n  Don't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\n  I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\n  They come by one more time, they gon' hop out\n  They two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\n  Then I can get rid of the pack\n  But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\n  Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n  (Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n  (Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n  (Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n  (Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\n  My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\n  Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\n  If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\n  Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\n  And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\n  But they too close, and I got this new toast\n  'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n  [Freeway]\n  Free hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\n  Down to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\n  I bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\n  Carolina had the milli down there\n  Pearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\n  In Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\n  Told them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\n  But they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\n  I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\n  It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\n  Before I left the premise, saw two more bitches\n  They told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\n  I did, and then we went zoom\n  Don't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\n  I'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\n  The cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Interlude: Lil Wayne]\n  D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\n  I'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n  [Lil Wayne]\n  It's sure about does that you heard me\n  And I dropped in effect since 9/11\n  I'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\n  That's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\n  Pele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\n  So I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\n  I had that 'dro in the seat of the car\n  But it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\n  Ay, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\n  While your boy bypassing fare light\n  But if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\n  Three hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\n  I speed at night, take it easy in the day\n  Go hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\n  Yup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\n  But at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":30243744,"name":"Run","trackName":"Run","artistName":"Ghostface Killah feat. 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If you ain't do shit, you it\n[01:21.15] That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\n[01:23.43] So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\n[01:26.22] When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\n[01:28.94] Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns! Muthafucka.\n[01:35.90] Ah-hah! 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Jadakiss, Lil Wayne, Raekwon & Freeway\n  album: Best of Ghostface Killah\n  duration_ms: 351000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pss, yo, yo, yo\n  Yo son roll!\n  Oh shit, yo, yo, yo, run\n\n  Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\n  The pound fell, cops is coming\n  Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\n  Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\n  So I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\n  My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\n  Took off, made track look easy\n  The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G\n  Run, I will knock your bug, no, quick flag the car down\n  Take me to, Ghost here they come now!\n\n  Err! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\n  Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\n  Run! I will not get bagged on the rock\n  Run! See what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\n  Run! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\n  Get cassed, I'm not comin' home with no fifty six\n  Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\n  Before I let these crackers throw me in shit\n  Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\n  Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\n  Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word\n  That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n  Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone\n  Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n  They givin' out life like bird tons\n  Run! If you ain't do shit, you it\n  That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\n  So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\n  When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns! Muthafucka\n\n  Ah-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off\n  Yeah, kid\n  I like that one\n  Uh-huh, go in, go in\n\n  Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\n  I got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n  Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\n  I'm cuttin' niggaz throats on the sails while they puff L's\n  Don't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\n  I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything\n  They come by one more time, they gon' hop out\n  They two deep and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\n  Then I can get rid of the pack\n  But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\n\n  Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n  Run! Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n  Run! Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n  Run! My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n  Run! It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\n  My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\n  Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up and my pants too\n  If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\n  Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\n  And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\n  But they too close and I got this new toast\n  'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n  Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone\n  Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n  They givin' out life like bird tons\n  Run! If you ain't do shit, you it\n  That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\n  So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\n  When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns! Muthafucka\n"},{"id":11484294,"name":"Run (remix)","trackName":"Run (remix)","artistName":"Ghostface Killah feat. Jadakiss, Lil Wayne, Raekwon & Freeway","albumName":"Best of Ghostface Killah","duration":351.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pss, yo, yo, yo\nYo son roll!\nOh shit, yo, yo, yo, run\n\nAiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\nThe pound fell, cops is coming\nRunnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\nBuggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\nSo I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\nMy pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\nTook off, made track look easy\nThe walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G\nRun, I will knock your bug, no, quick flag the car down\nTake me to, Ghost here they come now!\n\nErr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\nTurned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\nRun! I will not get bagged on the rock\nRun! See what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\nRun! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\nGet cassed, I'm not comin' home with no fifty six\nDie with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\nBefore I let these crackers throw me in shit\nBounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\nCurse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\nHeard I was killin' shit, they must got word\nThat I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\nRun! If you sell drugs in the school zone\nRun! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\nThey givin' out life like bird tons\nRun! If you ain't do shit, you it\nThat next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\nSo, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\nWhen you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns! Muthafucka\n\nAh-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off\nYeah, kid\nI like that one\nUh-huh, go in, go in\n\nYo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\nI got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\nClear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\nI'm cuttin' niggaz throats on the sails while they puff L's\nDon't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\nI learned from the O.G.'s to save everything\nThey come by one more time, they gon' hop out\nThey two deep and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\nThen I can get rid of the pack\nBut I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\n\nUh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\nRun! Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\nRun! Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\nRun! My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\nRun! It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\nMy belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\nNow I'm try'nna hold my hammer up and my pants too\nIf they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\nRather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\nAnd I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\nBut they too close and I got this new toast\n'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\nRun! If you sell drugs in the school zone\nRun! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\nThey givin' out life like bird tons\nRun! If you ain't do shit, you it\nThat next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\nSo, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\nWhen you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns! Muthafucka","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Run (remix)\n  artist: Ghostface Killah feat. Jadakiss, Lil Wayne, Raekwon & Freeway\n  album: Best of Ghostface Killah\n  duration_ms: 351000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pss, yo, yo, yo\n  Yo son roll!\n  Oh shit, yo, yo, yo, run\n\n  Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\n  The pound fell, cops is coming\n  Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\n  Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\n  So I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\n  My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\n  Took off, made track look easy\n  The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G\n  Run, I will knock your bug, no, quick flag the car down\n  Take me to, Ghost here they come now!\n\n  Err! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\n  Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\n  Run! I will not get bagged on the rock\n  Run! See what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\n  Run! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\n  Get cassed, I'm not comin' home with no fifty six\n  Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\n  Before I let these crackers throw me in shit\n  Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\n  Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\n  Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word\n  That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n  Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone\n  Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n  They givin' out life like bird tons\n  Run! If you ain't do shit, you it\n  That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\n  So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\n  When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns! Muthafucka\n\n  Ah-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off\n  Yeah, kid\n  I like that one\n  Uh-huh, go in, go in\n\n  Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\n  I got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n  Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\n  I'm cuttin' niggaz throats on the sails while they puff L's\n  Don't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\n  I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything\n  They come by one more time, they gon' hop out\n  They two deep and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\n  Then I can get rid of the pack\n  But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\n\n  Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n  Run! Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n  Run! Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n  Run! My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n  Run! It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\n  My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\n  Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up and my pants too\n  If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\n  Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\n  And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\n  But they too close and I got this new toast\n  'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n  Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone\n  Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n  They givin' out life like bird tons\n  Run! If you ain't do shit, you it\n  That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\n  So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\n  When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns! Muthafucka\n"},{"id":31443471,"name":"Run","trackName":"Run","artistName":"Ghostface Killah","albumName":"Ghost Stories: Ghostface Killa","duration":102.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Ghostface Killah]\nPss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\nOh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n[Ghostface Killah]\nAiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\nThe pound fell, cops is coming\nRunnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\nBuggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\nso I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\nMy pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\nTook off, made track look easy\nThe walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\nRun, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\nTake me to. Ghost here they come now!\nErrr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\nTurned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\nRun! I will not get bagged on the rock\nRun! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\nRun! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\nFuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\nDie with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\nBefore I let these crackers throw me and shit\nBounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\nCurse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\nHeard I was killin' shit, they must got word\nThat I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n[Raekwon]\nI skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\nRan up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\nI had to break free, police on me and they FB's\nYelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\nThat's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\nBoom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\nDamn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\nCab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\nStop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\nYelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\nBuild be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\nPlease, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\nAnd I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\nSay word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\nThat's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\nBut in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\nRun! If you sell drugs in the school zone\nRun! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\nThey givin' out life like by the tons\nRun! If you ain't do shit, you it\nThat next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\nSo, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\nWhen you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n[Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\nAh-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\nI like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n[Jadakiss]\nYo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\nI got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\nClear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\nI'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\nDon't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\nI learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\nThey come by one more time, they gon' hop out\nThey two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\nThen I can get rid of the pack\nBut I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\nUh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n(Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n(Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n(Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\nMy belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\nNow I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\nIf they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\nRather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\nAnd I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\nBut they too close, and I got this new toast\n'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n[Freeway]\nFree hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\nDown to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\nI bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\nCarolina had the milli down there\nPearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\nIn Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\nTold them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\nBut they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\nI stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\nIt's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\nBefore I left the premise, saw two more bitches\nThey told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\nI did, and then we went zoom\nDon't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\nI'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\nThe cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Interlude: Lil Wayne]\nD-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\nI'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n[Lil Wayne]\nIt's sure about does that you heard me\nAnd I dropped in effect since 9/11\nI'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\nThat's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\nPele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\nSo I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\nI had that 'dro in the seat of the car\nBut it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\nAy, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\nWhile your boy bypassing fare light\nBut if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\nThree hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\nI speed at night, take it easy in the day\nGo hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\nYup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\nBut at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Run\n  artist: Ghostface Killah\n  album: 'Ghost Stories: Ghostface Killa'\n  duration_ms: 102000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Ghostface Killah]\n  Pss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\n  Oh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n  [Ghostface Killah]\n  Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\n  The pound fell, cops is coming\n  Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\n  Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\n  so I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\n  My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\n  Took off, made track look easy\n  The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\n  Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\n  Take me to. Ghost here they come now!\n  Errr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\n  Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\n  Run! I will not get bagged on the rock\n  Run! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\n  Run! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\n  Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\n  Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\n  Before I let these crackers throw me and shit\n  Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\n  Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\n  Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word\n  That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n  [Raekwon]\n  I skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\n  Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\n  I had to break free, police on me and they FB's\n  Yelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\n  That's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\n  Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\n  Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\n  Cab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\n  Stop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\n  Yelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\n  Build be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\n  Please, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\n  And I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\n  Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\n  That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\n  But in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n  [Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\n  Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone\n  Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\n  They givin' out life like by the tons\n  Run! If you ain't do shit, you it\n  That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\n  So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\n  When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n  [Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\n  Ah-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\n  I like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n  [Jadakiss]\n  Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\n  I got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\n  Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\n  I'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\n  Don't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\n  I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\n  They come by one more time, they gon' hop out\n  They two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\n  Then I can get rid of the pack\n  But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\n  Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n  (Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n  (Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n  (Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n  (Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\n  My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\n  Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\n  If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\n  Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\n  And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\n  But they too close, and I got this new toast\n  'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n  [Freeway]\n  Free hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\n  Down to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\n  I bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\n  Carolina had the milli down there\n  Pearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\n  In Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\n  Told them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\n  But they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\n  I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\n  It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\n  Before I left the premise, saw two more bitches\n  They told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\n  I did, and then we went zoom\n  Don't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\n  I'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\n  The cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Interlude: Lil Wayne]\n  D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\n  I'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n  [Lil Wayne]\n  It's sure about does that you heard me\n  And I dropped in effect since 9/11\n  I'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\n  That's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\n  Pele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\n  So I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\n  I had that 'dro in the seat of the car\n  But it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\n  Ay, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\n  While your boy bypassing fare light\n  But if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\n  Three hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\n  I speed at night, take it easy in the day\n  Go hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\n  Yup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\n  But at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":29502532,"name":"run","trackName":"run","artistName":"ghostface killah","albumName":"the wallabee champ","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Ghostface Killah]\nPss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\nOh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n[Ghostface Killah]\nAiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\nThe pound fell, cops is coming\nRunnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\nBuggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\nso I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\nMy pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\nTook off, made track look easy\nThe walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\nRun, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\nTake me to. Ghost here they come now!\nErrr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\nTurned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\nRun! I will not get bagged on the rock\nRun! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\nRun! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\nFuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\nDie with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\nBefore I let these crackers throw me and shit\nBounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\nCurse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\nHeard I was killin' shit, they must got word\nThat I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n[Raekwon]\nI skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\nRan up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\nI had to break free, police on me and they FB's\nYelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\nThat's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\nBoom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\nDamn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\nCab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\nStop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\nYelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\nBuild be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\nPlease, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\nAnd I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\nSay word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\nThat's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\nBut in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\nRun! If you sell drugs in the school zone\nRun! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\nThey givin' out life like by the tons\nRun! If you ain't do shit, you it\nThat next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\nSo, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\nWhen you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n[Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\nAh-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\nI like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n[Jadakiss]\nYo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\nI got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\nClear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\nI'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\nDon't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\nI learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\nThey come by one more time, they gon' hop out\nThey two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\nThen I can get rid of the pack\nBut I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\nUh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n(Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n(Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n(Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\nMy belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\nNow I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\nIf they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\nRather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\nAnd I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\nBut they too close, and I got this new toast\n'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n[Freeway]\nFree hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\nDown to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\nI bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\nCarolina had the milli down there\nPearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\nIn Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\nTold them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\nBut they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\nI stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\nIt's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\nBefore I left the premise, saw two more bitches\nThey told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\nI did, and then we went zoom\nDon't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\nI'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\nThe cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Interlude: Lil Wayne]\nD-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\nI'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n[Lil Wayne]\nIt's sure about does that you heard me\nAnd I dropped in effect since 9/11\nI'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\nThat's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\nPele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\nSo I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\nI had that 'dro in the seat of the car\nBut it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\nAy, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\nWhile your boy bypassing fare light\nBut if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\nThree hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\nI speed at night, take it easy in the day\nGo hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\nYup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\nBut at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: run\n  artist: ghostface killah\n  album: the wallabee champ\n  duration_ms: 277000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Ghostface Killah]\n  Pss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\n  Oh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n  [Ghostface Killah]\n  Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\n  The pound fell, cops is coming\n  Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\n  Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\n  so I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\n  My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\n  Took off, made track look easy\n  The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\n  Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\n  Take me to. Ghost here they come now!\n  Errr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\n  Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\n  Run! I will not get bagged on the rock\n  Run! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\n  Run! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\n  Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\n  Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\n  Before I let these crackers throw me and shit\n  Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\n  Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\n  Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word\n  That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n  [Raekwon]\n  I skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\n  Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\n  I had to break free, police on me and they FB's\n  Yelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\n  That's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\n  Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\n  Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\n  Cab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\n  Stop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\n  Yelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\n  Build be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\n  Please, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\n  And I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\n  Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\n  That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\n  But in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n  [Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\n  Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone\n  Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\n  They givin' out life like by the tons\n  Run! If you ain't do shit, you it\n  That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\n  So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\n  When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n  [Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\n  Ah-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\n  I like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n  [Jadakiss]\n  Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\n  I got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\n  Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\n  I'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\n  Don't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\n  I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\n  They come by one more time, they gon' hop out\n  They two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\n  Then I can get rid of the pack\n  But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\n  Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n  (Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n  (Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n  (Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n  (Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\n  My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\n  Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\n  If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\n  Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\n  And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\n  But they too close, and I got this new toast\n  'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n  [Freeway]\n  Free hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\n  Down to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\n  I bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\n  Carolina had the milli down there\n  Pearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\n  In Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\n  Told them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\n  But they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\n  I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\n  It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\n  Before I left the premise, saw two more bitches\n  They told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\n  I did, and then we went zoom\n  Don't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\n  I'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\n  The cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Interlude: Lil Wayne]\n  D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\n  I'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n  [Lil Wayne]\n  It's sure about does that you heard me\n  And I dropped in effect since 9/11\n  I'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\n  That's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\n  Pele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\n  So I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\n  I had that 'dro in the seat of the car\n  But it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\n  Ay, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\n  While your boy bypassing fare light\n  But if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\n  Three hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\n  I speed at night, take it easy in the day\n  Go hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\n  Yup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\n  But at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":30246714,"name":"Run","trackName":"Run","artistName":"Ghostface Killah","albumName":"Hidden Darts Part II","duration":187.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Ghostface Killah]\nPss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\nOh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n[Ghostface Killah]\nAiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\nThe pound fell, cops is coming\nRunnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\nBuggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\nso I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\nMy pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\nTook off, made track look easy\nThe walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\nRun, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\nTake me to. Ghost here they come now!\nErrr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\nTurned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\nRun! I will not get bagged on the rock\nRun! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\nRun! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\nFuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\nDie with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\nBefore I let these crackers throw me and shit\nBounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\nCurse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\nHeard I was killin' shit, they must got word\nThat I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n[Raekwon]\nI skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\nRan up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\nI had to break free, police on me and they FB's\nYelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\nThat's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\nBoom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\nDamn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\nCab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\nStop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\nYelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\nBuild be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\nPlease, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\nAnd I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\nSay word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\nThat's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\nBut in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\nRun! If you sell drugs in the school zone\nRun! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\nThey givin' out life like by the tons\nRun! If you ain't do shit, you it\nThat next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\nSo, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\nWhen you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n[Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\nAh-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\nI like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n[Jadakiss]\nYo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\nI got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\nClear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\nI'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\nDon't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\nI learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\nThey come by one more time, they gon' hop out\nThey two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\nThen I can get rid of the pack\nBut I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\nUh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n(Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n(Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n(Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\nMy belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\nNow I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\nIf they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\nRather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\nAnd I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\nBut they too close, and I got this new toast\n'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n[Freeway]\nFree hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\nDown to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\nI bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\nCarolina had the milli down there\nPearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\nIn Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\nTold them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\nBut they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\nI stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\nIt's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\nBefore I left the premise, saw two more bitches\nThey told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\nI did, and then we went zoom\nDon't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\nI'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\nThe cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Interlude: Lil Wayne]\nD-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\nI'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n[Lil Wayne]\nIt's sure about does that you heard me\nAnd I dropped in effect since 9/11\nI'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\nThat's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\nPele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\nSo I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\nI had that 'dro in the seat of the car\nBut it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\nAy, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\nWhile your boy bypassing fare light\nBut if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\nThree hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\nI speed at night, take it easy in the day\nGo hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\nYup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\nBut at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Run\n  artist: Ghostface Killah\n  album: Hidden Darts Part II\n  duration_ms: 187000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Ghostface Killah]\n  Pss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\n  Oh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n  [Ghostface Killah]\n  Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\n  The pound fell, cops is coming\n  Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\n  Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\n  so I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\n  My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\n  Took off, made track look easy\n  The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\n  Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\n  Take me to. Ghost here they come now!\n  Errr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\n  Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\n  Run! I will not get bagged on the rock\n  Run! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\n  Run! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\n  Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\n  Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\n  Before I let these crackers throw me and shit\n  Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\n  Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\n  Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word\n  That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n  [Raekwon]\n  I skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\n  Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\n  I had to break free, police on me and they FB's\n  Yelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\n  That's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\n  Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\n  Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\n  Cab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\n  Stop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\n  Yelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\n  Build be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\n  Please, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\n  And I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\n  Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\n  That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\n  But in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n  [Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\n  Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone\n  Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\n  They givin' out life like by the tons\n  Run! If you ain't do shit, you it\n  That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\n  So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\n  When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n  [Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\n  Ah-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\n  I like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n  [Jadakiss]\n  Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\n  I got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\n  Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\n  I'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\n  Don't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\n  I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\n  They come by one more time, they gon' hop out\n  They two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\n  Then I can get rid of the pack\n  But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\n  Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n  (Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n  (Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n  (Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n  (Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\n  My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\n  Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\n  If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\n  Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\n  And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\n  But they too close, and I got this new toast\n  'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n  [Freeway]\n  Free hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\n  Down to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\n  I bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\n  Carolina had the milli down there\n  Pearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\n  In Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\n  Told them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\n  But they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\n  I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\n  It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\n  Before I left the premise, saw two more bitches\n  They told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\n  I did, and then we went zoom\n  Don't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\n  I'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\n  The cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Interlude: Lil Wayne]\n  D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\n  I'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n  [Lil Wayne]\n  It's sure about does that you heard me\n  And I dropped in effect since 9/11\n  I'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\n  That's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\n  Pele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\n  So I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\n  I had that 'dro in the seat of the car\n  But it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\n  Ay, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\n  While your boy bypassing fare light\n  But if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\n  Three hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\n  I speed at night, take it easy in the day\n  Go hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\n  Yup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\n  But at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":20190420,"name":"Run","trackName":"Run","artistName":"Ghostface Killah","albumName":"The Pretty Toney Album","duration":218.346667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Ghostface Killah]\nPss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\nOh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n[Ghostface Killah]\nAiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\nThe pound fell, cops is coming\nRunnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\nBuggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\nso I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\nMy pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\nTook off, made track look easy\nThe walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\nRun, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\nTake me to. Ghost here they come now!\nErrr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\nTurned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\nRun! I will not get bagged on the rock\nRun! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\nRun! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\nFuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\nDie with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\nBefore I let these crackers throw me and shit\nBounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\nCurse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\nHeard I was killin' shit, they must got word\nThat I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n[Raekwon]\nI skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\nRan up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\nI had to break free, police on me and they FB's\nYelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\nThat's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\nBoom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\nDamn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\nCab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\nStop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\nYelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\nBuild be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\nPlease, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\nAnd I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\nSay word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\nThat's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\nBut in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\nRun! If you sell drugs in the school zone\nRun! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\nThey givin' out life like by the tons\nRun! If you ain't do shit, you it\nThat next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\nSo, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\nWhen you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n[Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\nAh-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\nI like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n[Jadakiss]\nYo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\nI got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\nClear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\nI'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\nDon't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\nI learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\nThey come by one more time, they gon' hop out\nThey two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\nThen I can get rid of the pack\nBut I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\nUh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n(Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n(Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n(Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\nMy belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\nNow I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\nIf they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\nRather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\nAnd I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\nBut they too close, and I got this new toast\n'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n[Freeway]\nFree hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\nDown to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\nI bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\nCarolina had the milli down there\nPearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\nIn Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\nTold them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\nBut they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\nI stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\nIt's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\nBefore I left the premise, saw two more bitches\nThey told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\nI did, and then we went zoom\nDon't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\nI'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\nThe cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Interlude: Lil Wayne]\nD-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\nI'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n[Lil Wayne]\nIt's sure about does that you heard me\nAnd I dropped in effect since 9/11\nI'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\nThat's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\nPele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\nSo I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\nI had that 'dro in the seat of the car\nBut it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\nAy, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\nWhile your boy bypassing fare light\nBut if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\nThree hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\nI speed at night, take it easy in the day\nGo hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\nYup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\nBut at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Run\n  artist: Ghostface Killah\n  album: The Pretty Toney Album\n  duration_ms: 218347\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Ghostface Killah]\n  Pss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\n  Oh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n  [Ghostface Killah]\n  Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\n  The pound fell, cops is coming\n  Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\n  Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\n  so I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\n  My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\n  Took off, made track look easy\n  The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\n  Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\n  Take me to. Ghost here they come now!\n  Errr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\n  Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\n  Run! I will not get bagged on the rock\n  Run! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\n  Run! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\n  Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\n  Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\n  Before I let these crackers throw me and shit\n  Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\n  Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\n  Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word\n  That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n  [Raekwon]\n  I skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\n  Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\n  I had to break free, police on me and they FB's\n  Yelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\n  That's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\n  Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\n  Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\n  Cab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\n  Stop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\n  Yelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\n  Build be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\n  Please, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\n  And I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\n  Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\n  That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\n  But in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n  [Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\n  Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone\n  Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\n  They givin' out life like by the tons\n  Run! If you ain't do shit, you it\n  That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\n  So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\n  When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n  [Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\n  Ah-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\n  I like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n  [Jadakiss]\n  Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\n  I got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\n  Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\n  I'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\n  Don't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\n  I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\n  They come by one more time, they gon' hop out\n  They two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\n  Then I can get rid of the pack\n  But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\n  Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n  (Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n  (Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n  (Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n  (Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\n  My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\n  Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\n  If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\n  Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\n  And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\n  But they too close, and I got this new toast\n  'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n  [Freeway]\n  Free hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\n  Down to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\n  I bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\n  Carolina had the milli down there\n  Pearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\n  In Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\n  Told them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\n  But they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\n  I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\n  It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\n  Before I left the premise, saw two more bitches\n  They told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\n  I did, and then we went zoom\n  Don't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\n  I'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\n  The cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Interlude: Lil Wayne]\n  D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\n  I'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n  [Lil Wayne]\n  It's sure about does that you heard me\n  And I dropped in effect since 9/11\n  I'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\n  That's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\n  Pele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\n  So I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\n  I had that 'dro in the seat of the car\n  But it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\n  Ay, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\n  While your boy bypassing fare light\n  But if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\n  Three hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\n  I speed at night, take it easy in the day\n  Go hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\n  Yup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\n  But at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":18911148,"name":"Run","trackName":"Run","artistName":"Ghostface Killah","albumName":"Icon","duration":199.68,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Ghostface Killah]\nPss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\nOh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n[Ghostface Killah]\nAiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\nThe pound fell, cops is coming\nRunnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\nBuggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\nso I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\nMy pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\nTook off, made track look easy\nThe walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\nRun, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\nTake me to. Ghost here they come now!\nErrr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\nTurned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\nRun! I will not get bagged on the rock\nRun! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\nRun! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\nFuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\nDie with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\nBefore I let these crackers throw me and shit\nBounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\nCurse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\nHeard I was killin' shit, they must got word\nThat I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n[Raekwon]\nI skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\nRan up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\nI had to break free, police on me and they FB's\nYelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\nThat's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\nBoom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\nDamn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\nCab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\nStop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\nYelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\nBuild be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\nPlease, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\nAnd I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\nSay word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\nThat's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\nBut in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\nRun! If you sell drugs in the school zone\nRun! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\nThey givin' out life like by the tons\nRun! If you ain't do shit, you it\nThat next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\nSo, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\nWhen you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n[Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\nAh-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\nI like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n[Jadakiss]\nYo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\nI got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\nClear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\nI'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\nDon't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\nI learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\nThey come by one more time, they gon' hop out\nThey two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\nThen I can get rid of the pack\nBut I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\nUh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n(Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n(Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n(Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\nMy belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\nNow I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\nIf they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\nRather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\nAnd I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\nBut they too close, and I got this new toast\n'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n[Freeway]\nFree hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\nDown to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\nI bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\nCarolina had the milli down there\nPearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\nIn Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\nTold them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\nBut they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\nI stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\nIt's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\nBefore I left the premise, saw two more bitches\nThey told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\nI did, and then we went zoom\nDon't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\nI'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\nThe cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Interlude: Lil Wayne]\nD-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\nI'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n[Lil Wayne]\nIt's sure about does that you heard me\nAnd I dropped in effect since 9/11\nI'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\nThat's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\nPele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\nSo I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\nI had that 'dro in the seat of the car\nBut it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\nAy, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\nWhile your boy bypassing fare light\nBut if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\nThree hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\nI speed at night, take it easy in the day\nGo hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\nYup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\nBut at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Run\n  artist: Ghostface Killah\n  album: Icon\n  duration_ms: 199680\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Ghostface Killah]\n  Pss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\n  Oh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n  [Ghostface Killah]\n  Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\n  The pound fell, cops is coming\n  Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\n  Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\n  so I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\n  My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\n  Took off, made track look easy\n  The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\n  Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\n  Take me to. Ghost here they come now!\n  Errr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\n  Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\n  Run! I will not get bagged on the rock\n  Run! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\n  Run! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\n  Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\n  Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\n  Before I let these crackers throw me and shit\n  Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\n  Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\n  Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word\n  That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n  [Raekwon]\n  I skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\n  Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\n  I had to break free, police on me and they FB's\n  Yelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\n  That's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\n  Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\n  Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\n  Cab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\n  Stop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\n  Yelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\n  Build be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\n  Please, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\n  And I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\n  Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\n  That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\n  But in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n  [Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\n  Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone\n  Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\n  They givin' out life like by the tons\n  Run! If you ain't do shit, you it\n  That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\n  So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\n  When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n  [Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\n  Ah-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\n  I like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n  [Jadakiss]\n  Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\n  I got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\n  Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\n  I'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\n  Don't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\n  I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\n  They come by one more time, they gon' hop out\n  They two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\n  Then I can get rid of the pack\n  But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\n  Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n  (Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n  (Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n  (Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n  (Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\n  My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\n  Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\n  If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\n  Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\n  And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\n  But they too close, and I got this new toast\n  'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n  [Freeway]\n  Free hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\n  Down to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\n  I bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\n  Carolina had the milli down there\n  Pearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\n  In Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\n  Told them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\n  But they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\n  I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\n  It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\n  Before I left the premise, saw two more bitches\n  They told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\n  I did, and then we went zoom\n  Don't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\n  I'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\n  The cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Interlude: Lil Wayne]\n  D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\n  I'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n  [Lil Wayne]\n  It's sure about does that you heard me\n  And I dropped in effect since 9/11\n  I'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\n  That's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\n  Pele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\n  So I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\n  I had that 'dro in the seat of the car\n  But it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\n  Ay, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\n  While your boy bypassing fare light\n  But if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\n  Three hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\n  I speed at night, take it easy in the day\n  Go hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\n  Yup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\n  But at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":19076885,"name":"Run","trackName":"Run","artistName":"Ghostface Killah","albumName":"The Pretty Toney Album","duration":199.57551,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Ghostface Killah]\nPss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\nOh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n[Ghostface Killah]\nAiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\nThe pound fell, cops is coming\nRunnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\nBuggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\nso I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\nMy pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\nTook off, made track look easy\nThe walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\nRun, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\nTake me to. Ghost here they come now!\nErrr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\nTurned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\nRun! I will not get bagged on the rock\nRun! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\nRun! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\nFuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\nDie with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\nBefore I let these crackers throw me and shit\nBounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\nCurse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\nHeard I was killin' shit, they must got word\nThat I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n[Raekwon]\nI skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\nRan up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\nI had to break free, police on me and they FB's\nYelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\nThat's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\nBoom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\nDamn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\nCab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\nStop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\nYelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\nBuild be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\nPlease, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\nAnd I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\nSay word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\nThat's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\nBut in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\nRun! If you sell drugs in the school zone\nRun! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\nThey givin' out life like by the tons\nRun! If you ain't do shit, you it\nThat next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\nSo, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\nWhen you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n[Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\nAh-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\nI like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n[Jadakiss]\nYo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\nI got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\nClear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\nI'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\nDon't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\nI learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\nThey come by one more time, they gon' hop out\nThey two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\nThen I can get rid of the pack\nBut I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\nUh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n(Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n(Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n(Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\nMy belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\nNow I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\nIf they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\nRather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\nAnd I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\nBut they too close, and I got this new toast\n'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n[Freeway]\nFree hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\nDown to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\nI bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\nCarolina had the milli down there\nPearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\nIn Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\nTold them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\nBut they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\nI stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\nIt's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\nBefore I left the premise, saw two more bitches\nThey told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\nI did, and then we went zoom\nDon't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\nI'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\nThe cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Interlude: Lil Wayne]\nD-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\nI'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n[Lil Wayne]\nIt's sure about does that you heard me\nAnd I dropped in effect since 9/11\nI'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\nThat's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\nPele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\nSo I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\nI had that 'dro in the seat of the car\nBut it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\nAy, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\nWhile your boy bypassing fare light\nBut if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\nThree hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\nI speed at night, take it easy in the day\nGo hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\nYup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\nBut at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Run\n  artist: Ghostface Killah\n  album: The Pretty Toney Album\n  duration_ms: 199576\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Ghostface Killah]\n  Pss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\n  Oh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n  [Ghostface Killah]\n  Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\n  The pound fell, cops is coming\n  Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\n  Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\n  so I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\n  My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\n  Took off, made track look easy\n  The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\n  Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\n  Take me to. Ghost here they come now!\n  Errr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\n  Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\n  Run! I will not get bagged on the rock\n  Run! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\n  Run! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\n  Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\n  Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\n  Before I let these crackers throw me and shit\n  Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\n  Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\n  Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word\n  That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n  [Raekwon]\n  I skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\n  Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\n  I had to break free, police on me and they FB's\n  Yelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\n  That's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\n  Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\n  Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\n  Cab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\n  Stop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\n  Yelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\n  Build be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\n  Please, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\n  And I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\n  Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\n  That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\n  But in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n  [Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\n  Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone\n  Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\n  They givin' out life like by the tons\n  Run! If you ain't do shit, you it\n  That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\n  So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\n  When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n  [Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\n  Ah-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\n  I like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n  [Jadakiss]\n  Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\n  I got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\n  Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\n  I'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\n  Don't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\n  I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\n  They come by one more time, they gon' hop out\n  They two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\n  Then I can get rid of the pack\n  But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\n  Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n  (Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n  (Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n  (Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n  (Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\n  My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\n  Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\n  If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\n  Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\n  And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\n  But they too close, and I got this new toast\n  'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n  [Freeway]\n  Free hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\n  Down to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\n  I bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\n  Carolina had the milli down there\n  Pearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\n  In Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\n  Told them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\n  But they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\n  I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\n  It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\n  Before I left the premise, saw two more bitches\n  They told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\n  I did, and then we went zoom\n  Don't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\n  I'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\n  The cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Interlude: Lil Wayne]\n  D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\n  I'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n  [Lil Wayne]\n  It's sure about does that you heard me\n  And I dropped in effect since 9/11\n  I'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\n  That's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\n  Pele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\n  So I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\n  I had that 'dro in the seat of the car\n  But it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\n  Ay, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\n  While your boy bypassing fare light\n  But if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\n  Three hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\n  I speed at night, take it easy in the day\n  Go hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\n  Yup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\n  But at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":19081270,"name":"Run","trackName":"Run","artistName":"Ghostface Killah","albumName":"The Pretty Toney Album","duration":199.506667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Ghostface Killah]\nPss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\nOh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n[Ghostface Killah]\nAiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\nThe pound fell, cops is coming\nRunnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\nBuggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\nso I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\nMy pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\nTook off, made track look easy\nThe walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\nRun, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\nTake me to. Ghost here they come now!\nErrr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\nTurned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\nRun! I will not get bagged on the rock\nRun! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\nRun! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\nFuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\nDie with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\nBefore I let these crackers throw me and shit\nBounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\nCurse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\nHeard I was killin' shit, they must got word\nThat I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n[Raekwon]\nI skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\nRan up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\nI had to break free, police on me and they FB's\nYelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\nThat's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\nBoom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\nDamn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\nCab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\nStop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\nYelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\nBuild be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\nPlease, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\nAnd I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\nSay word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\nThat's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\nBut in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\nRun! If you sell drugs in the school zone\nRun! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\nThey givin' out life like by the tons\nRun! If you ain't do shit, you it\nThat next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\nSo, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\nWhen you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n[Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\nAh-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\nI like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n[Jadakiss]\nYo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\nI got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\nClear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\nI'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\nDon't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\nI learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\nThey come by one more time, they gon' hop out\nThey two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\nThen I can get rid of the pack\nBut I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\nUh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n(Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n(Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n(Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\nMy belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\nNow I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\nIf they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\nRather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\nAnd I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\nBut they too close, and I got this new toast\n'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n[Freeway]\nFree hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\nDown to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\nI bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\nCarolina had the milli down there\nPearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\nIn Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\nTold them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\nBut they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\nI stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\nIt's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\nBefore I left the premise, saw two more bitches\nThey told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\nI did, and then we went zoom\nDon't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\nI'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\nThe cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Interlude: Lil Wayne]\nD-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\nI'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n[Lil Wayne]\nIt's sure about does that you heard me\nAnd I dropped in effect since 9/11\nI'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\nThat's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\nPele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\nSo I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\nI had that 'dro in the seat of the car\nBut it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\nAy, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\nWhile your boy bypassing fare light\nBut if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\nThree hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\nI speed at night, take it easy in the day\nGo hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\nYup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\nBut at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Run\n  artist: Ghostface Killah\n  album: The Pretty Toney Album\n  duration_ms: 199507\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Ghostface Killah]\n  Pss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\n  Oh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n  [Ghostface Killah]\n  Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\n  The pound fell, cops is coming\n  Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\n  Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\n  so I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\n  My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\n  Took off, made track look easy\n  The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\n  Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\n  Take me to. Ghost here they come now!\n  Errr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\n  Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\n  Run! I will not get bagged on the rock\n  Run! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\n  Run! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\n  Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\n  Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\n  Before I let these crackers throw me and shit\n  Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\n  Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\n  Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word\n  That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n  [Raekwon]\n  I skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\n  Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\n  I had to break free, police on me and they FB's\n  Yelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\n  That's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\n  Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\n  Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\n  Cab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\n  Stop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\n  Yelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\n  Build be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\n  Please, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\n  And I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\n  Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\n  That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\n  But in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n  [Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\n  Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone\n  Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\n  They givin' out life like by the tons\n  Run! If you ain't do shit, you it\n  That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\n  So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\n  When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n  [Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\n  Ah-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\n  I like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n  [Jadakiss]\n  Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\n  I got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\n  Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\n  I'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\n  Don't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\n  I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\n  They come by one more time, they gon' hop out\n  They two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\n  Then I can get rid of the pack\n  But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\n  Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n  (Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n  (Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n  (Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n  (Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\n  My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\n  Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\n  If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\n  Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\n  And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\n  But they too close, and I got this new toast\n  'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n  [Freeway]\n  Free hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\n  Down to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\n  I bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\n  Carolina had the milli down there\n  Pearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\n  In Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\n  Told them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\n  But they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\n  I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\n  It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\n  Before I left the premise, saw two more bitches\n  They told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\n  I did, and then we went zoom\n  Don't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\n  I'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\n  The cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Interlude: Lil Wayne]\n  D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\n  I'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n  [Lil Wayne]\n  It's sure about does that you heard me\n  And I dropped in effect since 9/11\n  I'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\n  That's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\n  Pele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\n  So I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\n  I had that 'dro in the seat of the car\n  But it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\n  Ay, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\n  While your boy bypassing fare light\n  But if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\n  Three hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\n  I speed at night, take it easy in the day\n  Go hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\n  Yup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\n  But at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":20822051,"name":"Run","trackName":"Run","artistName":"Ghostface Killah","albumName":"The Pretty Toney Album","duration":279.517147,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Ghostface Killah]\nPss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\nOh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n[Ghostface Killah]\nAiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\nThe pound fell, cops is coming\nRunnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\nBuggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\nso I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\nMy pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\nTook off, made track look easy\nThe walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\nRun, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\nTake me to. Ghost here they come now!\nErrr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\nTurned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\nRun! I will not get bagged on the rock\nRun! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\nRun! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\nFuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\nDie with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\nBefore I let these crackers throw me and shit\nBounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\nCurse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\nHeard I was killin' shit, they must got word\nThat I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n[Raekwon]\nI skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\nRan up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\nI had to break free, police on me and they FB's\nYelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\nThat's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\nBoom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\nDamn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\nCab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\nStop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\nYelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\nBuild be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\nPlease, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\nAnd I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\nSay word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\nThat's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\nBut in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\nRun! If you sell drugs in the school zone\nRun! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\nThey givin' out life like by the tons\nRun! If you ain't do shit, you it\nThat next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\nSo, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\nWhen you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n[Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\nAh-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\nI like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n[Jadakiss]\nYo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\nI got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\nClear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\nI'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\nDon't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\nI learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\nThey come by one more time, they gon' hop out\nThey two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\nThen I can get rid of the pack\nBut I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\nUh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n(Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n(Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n(Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\nMy belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\nNow I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\nIf they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\nRather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\nAnd I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\nBut they too close, and I got this new toast\n'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n[Freeway]\nFree hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\nDown to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\nI bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\nCarolina had the milli down there\nPearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\nIn Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\nTold them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\nBut they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\nI stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\nIt's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\nBefore I left the premise, saw two more bitches\nThey told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\nI did, and then we went zoom\nDon't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\nI'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\nThe cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Interlude: Lil Wayne]\nD-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\nI'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n[Lil Wayne]\nIt's sure about does that you heard me\nAnd I dropped in effect since 9/11\nI'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\nThat's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\nPele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\nSo I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\nI had that 'dro in the seat of the car\nBut it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\nAy, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\nWhile your boy bypassing fare light\nBut if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\nThree hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\nI speed at night, take it easy in the day\nGo hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\nYup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\nBut at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Run\n  artist: Ghostface Killah\n  album: The Pretty Toney Album\n  duration_ms: 279517\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Ghostface Killah]\n  Pss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\n  Oh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n  [Ghostface Killah]\n  Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\n  The pound fell, cops is coming\n  Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\n  Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\n  so I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\n  My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\n  Took off, made track look easy\n  The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\n  Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\n  Take me to. Ghost here they come now!\n  Errr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\n  Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\n  Run! I will not get bagged on the rock\n  Run! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\n  Run! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\n  Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\n  Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\n  Before I let these crackers throw me and shit\n  Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\n  Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\n  Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word\n  That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n  [Raekwon]\n  I skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\n  Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\n  I had to break free, police on me and they FB's\n  Yelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\n  That's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\n  Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\n  Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\n  Cab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\n  Stop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\n  Yelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\n  Build be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\n  Please, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\n  And I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\n  Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\n  That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\n  But in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n  [Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\n  Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone\n  Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\n  They givin' out life like by the tons\n  Run! If you ain't do shit, you it\n  That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\n  So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\n  When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n  [Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\n  Ah-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\n  I like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n  [Jadakiss]\n  Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\n  I got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\n  Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\n  I'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\n  Don't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\n  I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\n  They come by one more time, they gon' hop out\n  They two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\n  Then I can get rid of the pack\n  But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\n  Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n  (Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n  (Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n  (Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n  (Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\n  My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\n  Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\n  If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\n  Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\n  And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\n  But they too close, and I got this new toast\n  'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n  [Freeway]\n  Free hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\n  Down to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\n  I bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\n  Carolina had the milli down there\n  Pearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\n  In Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\n  Told them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\n  But they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\n  I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\n  It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\n  Before I left the premise, saw two more bitches\n  They told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\n  I did, and then we went zoom\n  Don't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\n  I'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\n  The cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Interlude: Lil Wayne]\n  D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\n  I'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n  [Lil Wayne]\n  It's sure about does that you heard me\n  And I dropped in effect since 9/11\n  I'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\n  That's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\n  Pele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\n  So I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\n  I had that 'dro in the seat of the car\n  But it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\n  Ay, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\n  While your boy bypassing fare light\n  But if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\n  Three hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\n  I speed at night, take it easy in the day\n  Go hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\n  Yup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\n  But at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":15929688,"name":"Run","trackName":"Run","artistName":"Ghostface Killah","albumName":"Ratatat Remixes Mixtape, Volume 1","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Ghostface Killah]\nPss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\nOh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n[Ghostface Killah]\nAiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\nThe pound fell, cops is coming\nRunnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\nBuggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\nso I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\nMy pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\nTook off, made track look easy\nThe walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\nRun, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\nTake me to. Ghost here they come now!\nErrr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\nTurned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\nRun! I will not get bagged on the rock\nRun! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\nRun! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\nFuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\nDie with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\nBefore I let these crackers throw me and shit\nBounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\nCurse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\nHeard I was killin' shit, they must got word\nThat I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n[Raekwon]\nI skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\nRan up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\nI had to break free, police on me and they FB's\nYelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\nThat's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\nBoom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\nDamn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\nCab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\nStop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\nYelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\nBuild be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\nPlease, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\nAnd I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\nSay word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\nThat's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\nBut in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\nRun! If you sell drugs in the school zone\nRun! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\nThey givin' out life like by the tons\nRun! If you ain't do shit, you it\nThat next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\nSo, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\nWhen you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n[Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\nAh-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\nI like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n[Jadakiss]\nYo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\nI got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\nClear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\nI'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\nDon't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\nI learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\nThey come by one more time, they gon' hop out\nThey two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\nThen I can get rid of the pack\nBut I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\nUh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n(Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n(Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n(Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\nMy belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\nNow I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\nIf they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\nRather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\nAnd I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\nBut they too close, and I got this new toast\n'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n[Freeway]\nFree hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\nDown to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\nI bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\nCarolina had the milli down there\nPearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\nIn Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\nTold them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\nBut they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\nI stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\nIt's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\nBefore I left the premise, saw two more bitches\nThey told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\nI did, and then we went zoom\nDon't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\nI'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\nThe cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Interlude: Lil Wayne]\nD-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\nI'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n[Lil Wayne]\nIt's sure about does that you heard me\nAnd I dropped in effect since 9/11\nI'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\nThat's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\nPele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\nSo I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\nI had that 'dro in the seat of the car\nBut it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\nAy, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\nWhile your boy bypassing fare light\nBut if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\nThree hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\nI speed at night, take it easy in the day\nGo hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\nYup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\nBut at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Run\n  artist: Ghostface Killah\n  album: Ratatat Remixes Mixtape, Volume 1\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Ghostface Killah]\n  Pss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\n  Oh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n  [Ghostface Killah]\n  Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\n  The pound fell, cops is coming\n  Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\n  Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\n  so I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\n  My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\n  Took off, made track look easy\n  The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\n  Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\n  Take me to. Ghost here they come now!\n  Errr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\n  Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\n  Run! I will not get bagged on the rock\n  Run! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\n  Run! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\n  Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\n  Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\n  Before I let these crackers throw me and shit\n  Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\n  Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\n  Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word\n  That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n  [Raekwon]\n  I skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\n  Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\n  I had to break free, police on me and they FB's\n  Yelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\n  That's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\n  Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\n  Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\n  Cab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\n  Stop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\n  Yelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\n  Build be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\n  Please, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\n  And I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\n  Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\n  That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\n  But in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n  [Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\n  Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone\n  Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\n  They givin' out life like by the tons\n  Run! If you ain't do shit, you it\n  That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\n  So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\n  When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n  [Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\n  Ah-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\n  I like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n  [Jadakiss]\n  Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\n  I got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\n  Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\n  I'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\n  Don't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\n  I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\n  They come by one more time, they gon' hop out\n  They two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\n  Then I can get rid of the pack\n  But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\n  Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n  (Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n  (Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n  (Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n  (Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\n  My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\n  Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\n  If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\n  Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\n  And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\n  But they too close, and I got this new toast\n  'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n  [Freeway]\n  Free hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\n  Down to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\n  I bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\n  Carolina had the milli down there\n  Pearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\n  In Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\n  Told them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\n  But they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\n  I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\n  It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\n  Before I left the premise, saw two more bitches\n  They told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\n  I did, and then we went zoom\n  Don't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\n  I'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\n  The cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Interlude: Lil Wayne]\n  D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\n  I'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n  [Lil Wayne]\n  It's sure about does that you heard me\n  And I dropped in effect since 9/11\n  I'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\n  That's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\n  Pele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\n  So I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\n  I had that 'dro in the seat of the car\n  But it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\n  Ay, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\n  While your boy bypassing fare light\n  But if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\n  Three hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\n  I speed at night, take it easy in the day\n  Go hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\n  Yup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\n  But at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":24961942,"name":"Run","trackName":"Run","artistName":"Ghostface Killah","albumName":"This Is Hip-Hop Presents: Ghost Stories","duration":199.580875,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Ghostface Killah]\nPss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\nOh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n[Ghostface Killah]\nAiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\nThe pound fell, cops is coming\nRunnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\nBuggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\nso I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\nMy pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\nTook off, made track look easy\nThe walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\nRun, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\nTake me to. Ghost here they come now!\nErrr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\nTurned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\nRun! I will not get bagged on the rock\nRun! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\nRun! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\nFuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\nDie with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\nBefore I let these crackers throw me and shit\nBounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\nCurse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\nHeard I was killin' shit, they must got word\nThat I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n[Raekwon]\nI skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\nRan up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\nI had to break free, police on me and they FB's\nYelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\nThat's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\nBoom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\nDamn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\nCab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\nStop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\nYelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\nBuild be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\nPlease, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\nAnd I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\nSay word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\nThat's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\nBut in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\nRun! If you sell drugs in the school zone\nRun! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\nThey givin' out life like by the tons\nRun! If you ain't do shit, you it\nThat next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\nSo, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\nWhen you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n[Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\nAh-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\nI like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n[Jadakiss]\nYo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\nI got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\nClear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\nI'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\nDon't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\nI learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\nThey come by one more time, they gon' hop out\nThey two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\nThen I can get rid of the pack\nBut I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\nUh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n(Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n(Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n(Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\nMy belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\nNow I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\nIf they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\nRather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\nAnd I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\nBut they too close, and I got this new toast\n'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n[Freeway]\nFree hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\nDown to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\nI bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\nCarolina had the milli down there\nPearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\nIn Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\nTold them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\nBut they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\nI stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\nIt's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\nBefore I left the premise, saw two more bitches\nThey told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\nI did, and then we went zoom\nDon't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\nI'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\nThe cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Interlude: Lil Wayne]\nD-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\nI'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n[Lil Wayne]\nIt's sure about does that you heard me\nAnd I dropped in effect since 9/11\nI'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\nThat's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\nPele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\nSo I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\nI had that 'dro in the seat of the car\nBut it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\nAy, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\nWhile your boy bypassing fare light\nBut if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\nThree hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\nI speed at night, take it easy in the day\nGo hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\nYup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\nBut at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Run\n  artist: Ghostface Killah\n  album: 'This Is Hip-Hop Presents: Ghost Stories'\n  duration_ms: 199581\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Ghostface Killah]\n  Pss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\n  Oh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n  [Ghostface Killah]\n  Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\n  The pound fell, cops is coming\n  Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\n  Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\n  so I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\n  My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\n  Took off, made track look easy\n  The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\n  Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\n  Take me to. Ghost here they come now!\n  Errr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\n  Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\n  Run! I will not get bagged on the rock\n  Run! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\n  Run! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\n  Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\n  Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\n  Before I let these crackers throw me and shit\n  Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\n  Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\n  Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word\n  That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n  [Raekwon]\n  I skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\n  Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\n  I had to break free, police on me and they FB's\n  Yelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\n  That's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\n  Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\n  Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\n  Cab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\n  Stop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\n  Yelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\n  Build be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\n  Please, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\n  And I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\n  Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\n  That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\n  But in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n  [Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\n  Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone\n  Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\n  They givin' out life like by the tons\n  Run! If you ain't do shit, you it\n  That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\n  So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\n  When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n  [Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\n  Ah-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\n  I like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n  [Jadakiss]\n  Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\n  I got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\n  Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\n  I'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\n  Don't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\n  I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\n  They come by one more time, they gon' hop out\n  They two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\n  Then I can get rid of the pack\n  But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\n  Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n  (Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n  (Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n  (Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n  (Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\n  My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\n  Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\n  If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\n  Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\n  And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\n  But they too close, and I got this new toast\n  'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n  [Freeway]\n  Free hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\n  Down to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\n  I bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\n  Carolina had the milli down there\n  Pearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\n  In Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\n  Told them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\n  But they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\n  I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\n  It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\n  Before I left the premise, saw two more bitches\n  They told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\n  I did, and then we went zoom\n  Don't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\n  I'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\n  The cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Interlude: Lil Wayne]\n  D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\n  I'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n  [Lil Wayne]\n  It's sure about does that you heard me\n  And I dropped in effect since 9/11\n  I'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\n  That's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\n  Pele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\n  So I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\n  I had that 'dro in the seat of the car\n  But it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\n  Ay, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\n  While your boy bypassing fare light\n  But if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\n  Three hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\n  I speed at night, take it easy in the day\n  Go hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\n  Yup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\n  But at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":25040457,"name":"Run","trackName":"Run","artistName":"Ghostface Killah","albumName":"Best Of","duration":199.68,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Ghostface Killah]\nPss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\nOh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n[Ghostface Killah]\nAiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\nThe pound fell, cops is coming\nRunnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\nBuggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\nso I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\nMy pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\nTook off, made track look easy\nThe walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\nRun, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\nTake me to. Ghost here they come now!\nErrr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\nTurned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\nRun! I will not get bagged on the rock\nRun! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\nRun! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\nFuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\nDie with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\nBefore I let these crackers throw me and shit\nBounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\nCurse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\nHeard I was killin' shit, they must got word\nThat I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n[Raekwon]\nI skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\nRan up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\nI had to break free, police on me and they FB's\nYelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\nThat's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\nBoom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\nDamn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\nCab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\nStop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\nYelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\nBuild be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\nPlease, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\nAnd I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\nSay word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\nThat's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\nBut in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\nRun! If you sell drugs in the school zone\nRun! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\nThey givin' out life like by the tons\nRun! If you ain't do shit, you it\nThat next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\nSo, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\nWhen you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n[Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\nAh-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\nI like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n[Jadakiss]\nYo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\nI got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\nClear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\nI'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\nDon't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\nI learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\nThey come by one more time, they gon' hop out\nThey two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\nThen I can get rid of the pack\nBut I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\nUh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n(Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n(Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n(Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\nMy belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\nNow I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\nIf they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\nRather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\nAnd I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\nBut they too close, and I got this new toast\n'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n[Freeway]\nFree hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\nDown to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\nI bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\nCarolina had the milli down there\nPearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\nIn Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\nTold them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\nBut they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\nI stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\nIt's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\nBefore I left the premise, saw two more bitches\nThey told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\nI did, and then we went zoom\nDon't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\nI'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\nThe cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Interlude: Lil Wayne]\nD-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\nI'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n[Lil Wayne]\nIt's sure about does that you heard me\nAnd I dropped in effect since 9/11\nI'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\nThat's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\nPele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\nSo I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\nI had that 'dro in the seat of the car\nBut it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\nAy, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\nWhile your boy bypassing fare light\nBut if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\nThree hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\nI speed at night, take it easy in the day\nGo hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\nYup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\nBut at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Run\n  artist: Ghostface Killah\n  album: Best Of\n  duration_ms: 199680\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Ghostface Killah]\n  Pss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\n  Oh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n  [Ghostface Killah]\n  Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\n  The pound fell, cops is coming\n  Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\n  Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\n  so I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\n  My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\n  Took off, made track look easy\n  The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\n  Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\n  Take me to. Ghost here they come now!\n  Errr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\n  Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\n  Run! I will not get bagged on the rock\n  Run! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\n  Run! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\n  Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\n  Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\n  Before I let these crackers throw me and shit\n  Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\n  Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\n  Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word\n  That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n  [Raekwon]\n  I skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\n  Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\n  I had to break free, police on me and they FB's\n  Yelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\n  That's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\n  Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\n  Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\n  Cab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\n  Stop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\n  Yelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\n  Build be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\n  Please, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\n  And I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\n  Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\n  That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\n  But in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n  [Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\n  Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone\n  Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\n  They givin' out life like by the tons\n  Run! If you ain't do shit, you it\n  That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\n  So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\n  When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n  [Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\n  Ah-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\n  I like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n  [Jadakiss]\n  Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\n  I got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\n  Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\n  I'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\n  Don't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\n  I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\n  They come by one more time, they gon' hop out\n  They two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\n  Then I can get rid of the pack\n  But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\n  Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n  (Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n  (Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n  (Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n  (Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\n  My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\n  Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\n  If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\n  Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\n  And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\n  But they too close, and I got this new toast\n  'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n  [Freeway]\n  Free hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\n  Down to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\n  I bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\n  Carolina had the milli down there\n  Pearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\n  In Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\n  Told them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\n  But they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\n  I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\n  It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\n  Before I left the premise, saw two more bitches\n  They told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\n  I did, and then we went zoom\n  Don't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\n  I'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\n  The cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Interlude: Lil Wayne]\n  D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\n  I'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n  [Lil Wayne]\n  It's sure about does that you heard me\n  And I dropped in effect since 9/11\n  I'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\n  That's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\n  Pele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\n  So I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\n  I had that 'dro in the seat of the car\n  But it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\n  Ay, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\n  While your boy bypassing fare light\n  But if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\n  Three hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\n  I speed at night, take it easy in the day\n  Go hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\n  Yup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\n  But at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":21803747,"name":"Run","trackName":"Run","artistName":"Ghostface Killah","albumName":"36 Deadly Darts","duration":97.410612,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Ghostface Killah]\nPss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\nOh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n[Ghostface Killah]\nAiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\nThe pound fell, cops is coming\nRunnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\nBuggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\nso I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\nMy pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\nTook off, made track look easy\nThe walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\nRun, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\nTake me to. Ghost here they come now!\nErrr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\nTurned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\nRun! I will not get bagged on the rock\nRun! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\nRun! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\nFuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\nDie with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\nBefore I let these crackers throw me and shit\nBounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\nCurse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\nHeard I was killin' shit, they must got word\nThat I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n[Raekwon]\nI skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\nRan up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\nI had to break free, police on me and they FB's\nYelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\nThat's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\nBoom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\nDamn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\nCab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\nStop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\nYelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\nBuild be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\nPlease, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\nAnd I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\nSay word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\nThat's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\nBut in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\nRun! If you sell drugs in the school zone\nRun! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\nThey givin' out life like by the tons\nRun! If you ain't do shit, you it\nThat next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\nSo, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\nWhen you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n[Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\nAh-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\nI like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n[Jadakiss]\nYo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\nI got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\nClear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\nI'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\nDon't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\nI learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\nThey come by one more time, they gon' hop out\nThey two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\nThen I can get rid of the pack\nBut I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\nUh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n(Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n(Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n(Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\nMy belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\nNow I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\nIf they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\nRather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\nAnd I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\nBut they too close, and I got this new toast\n'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n[Freeway]\nFree hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\nDown to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\nI bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\nCarolina had the milli down there\nPearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\nIn Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\nTold them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\nBut they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\nI stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\nIt's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\nBefore I left the premise, saw two more bitches\nThey told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\nI did, and then we went zoom\nDon't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\nI'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\nThe cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Interlude: Lil Wayne]\nD-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\nI'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n[Lil Wayne]\nIt's sure about does that you heard me\nAnd I dropped in effect since 9/11\nI'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\nThat's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\nPele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\nSo I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\nI had that 'dro in the seat of the car\nBut it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\nAy, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\nWhile your boy bypassing fare light\nBut if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\nThree hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\nI speed at night, take it easy in the day\nGo hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\nYup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\nBut at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Run\n  artist: Ghostface Killah\n  album: 36 Deadly Darts\n  duration_ms: 97411\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Ghostface Killah]\n  Pss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\n  Oh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n  [Ghostface Killah]\n  Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\n  The pound fell, cops is coming\n  Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\n  Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\n  so I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\n  My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\n  Took off, made track look easy\n  The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\n  Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\n  Take me to. Ghost here they come now!\n  Errr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\n  Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\n  Run! I will not get bagged on the rock\n  Run! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\n  Run! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\n  Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\n  Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\n  Before I let these crackers throw me and shit\n  Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\n  Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\n  Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word\n  That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n  [Raekwon]\n  I skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\n  Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\n  I had to break free, police on me and they FB's\n  Yelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\n  That's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\n  Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\n  Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\n  Cab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\n  Stop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\n  Yelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\n  Build be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\n  Please, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\n  And I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\n  Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\n  That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\n  But in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n  [Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\n  Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone\n  Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\n  They givin' out life like by the tons\n  Run! If you ain't do shit, you it\n  That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\n  So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\n  When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n  [Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\n  Ah-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\n  I like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n  [Jadakiss]\n  Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\n  I got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\n  Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\n  I'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\n  Don't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\n  I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\n  They come by one more time, they gon' hop out\n  They two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\n  Then I can get rid of the pack\n  But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\n  Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n  (Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n  (Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n  (Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n  (Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\n  My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\n  Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\n  If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\n  Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\n  And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\n  But they too close, and I got this new toast\n  'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n  [Freeway]\n  Free hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\n  Down to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\n  I bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\n  Carolina had the milli down there\n  Pearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\n  In Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\n  Told them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\n  But they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\n  I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\n  It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\n  Before I left the premise, saw two more bitches\n  They told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\n  I did, and then we went zoom\n  Don't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\n  I'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\n  The cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Interlude: Lil Wayne]\n  D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\n  I'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n  [Lil Wayne]\n  It's sure about does that you heard me\n  And I dropped in effect since 9/11\n  I'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\n  That's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\n  Pele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\n  So I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\n  I had that 'dro in the seat of the car\n  But it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\n  Ay, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\n  While your boy bypassing fare light\n  But if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\n  Three hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\n  I speed at night, take it easy in the day\n  Go hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\n  Yup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\n  But at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":24577926,"name":"Run","trackName":"Run","artistName":"Ghostface Killah","albumName":"Non-Album","duration":199.700875,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Ghostface Killah]\nPss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\nOh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n[Ghostface Killah]\nAiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\nThe pound fell, cops is coming\nRunnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\nBuggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\nso I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\nMy pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\nTook off, made track look easy\nThe walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\nRun, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\nTake me to. Ghost here they come now!\nErrr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\nTurned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\nRun! I will not get bagged on the rock\nRun! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\nRun! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\nFuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\nDie with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\nBefore I let these crackers throw me and shit\nBounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\nCurse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\nHeard I was killin' shit, they must got word\nThat I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n[Raekwon]\nI skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\nRan up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\nI had to break free, police on me and they FB's\nYelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\nThat's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\nBoom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\nDamn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\nCab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\nStop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\nYelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\nBuild be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\nPlease, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\nAnd I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\nSay word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\nThat's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\nBut in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\nRun! If you sell drugs in the school zone\nRun! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\nThey givin' out life like by the tons\nRun! If you ain't do shit, you it\nThat next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\nSo, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\nWhen you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n[Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\nAh-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\nI like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n[Jadakiss]\nYo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\nI got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\nClear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\nI'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\nDon't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\nI learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\nThey come by one more time, they gon' hop out\nThey two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\nThen I can get rid of the pack\nBut I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\nUh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n(Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n(Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n(Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\nMy belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\nNow I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\nIf they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\nRather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\nAnd I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\nBut they too close, and I got this new toast\n'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n[Freeway]\nFree hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\nDown to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\nI bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\nCarolina had the milli down there\nPearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\nIn Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\nTold them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\nBut they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\nI stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\nIt's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\nBefore I left the premise, saw two more bitches\nThey told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\nI did, and then we went zoom\nDon't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\nI'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\nThe cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Interlude: Lil Wayne]\nD-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\nI'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n[Lil Wayne]\nIt's sure about does that you heard me\nAnd I dropped in effect since 9/11\nI'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\nThat's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\nPele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\nSo I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\nI had that 'dro in the seat of the car\nBut it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\nAy, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\nWhile your boy bypassing fare light\nBut if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\nThree hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\nI speed at night, take it easy in the day\nGo hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\nYup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\nBut at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Run\n  artist: Ghostface Killah\n  album: Non-Album\n  duration_ms: 199701\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Ghostface Killah]\n  Pss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\n  Oh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n  [Ghostface Killah]\n  Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\n  The pound fell, cops is coming\n  Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\n  Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\n  so I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\n  My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\n  Took off, made track look easy\n  The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\n  Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\n  Take me to. Ghost here they come now!\n  Errr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\n  Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\n  Run! I will not get bagged on the rock\n  Run! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\n  Run! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\n  Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\n  Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\n  Before I let these crackers throw me and shit\n  Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\n  Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\n  Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word\n  That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n  [Raekwon]\n  I skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\n  Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\n  I had to break free, police on me and they FB's\n  Yelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\n  That's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\n  Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\n  Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\n  Cab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\n  Stop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\n  Yelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\n  Build be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\n  Please, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\n  And I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\n  Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\n  That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\n  But in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n  [Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\n  Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone\n  Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\n  They givin' out life like by the tons\n  Run! If you ain't do shit, you it\n  That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\n  So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\n  When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n  [Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\n  Ah-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\n  I like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n  [Jadakiss]\n  Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\n  I got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\n  Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\n  I'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\n  Don't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\n  I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\n  They come by one more time, they gon' hop out\n  They two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\n  Then I can get rid of the pack\n  But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\n  Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n  (Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n  (Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n  (Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n  (Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\n  My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\n  Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\n  If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\n  Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\n  And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\n  But they too close, and I got this new toast\n  'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n  [Freeway]\n  Free hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\n  Down to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\n  I bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\n  Carolina had the milli down there\n  Pearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\n  In Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\n  Told them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\n  But they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\n  I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\n  It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\n  Before I left the premise, saw two more bitches\n  They told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\n  I did, and then we went zoom\n  Don't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\n  I'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\n  The cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Interlude: Lil Wayne]\n  D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\n  I'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n  [Lil Wayne]\n  It's sure about does that you heard me\n  And I dropped in effect since 9/11\n  I'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\n  That's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\n  Pele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\n  So I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\n  I had that 'dro in the seat of the car\n  But it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\n  Ay, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\n  While your boy bypassing fare light\n  But if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\n  Three hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\n  I speed at night, take it easy in the day\n  Go hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\n  Yup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\n  But at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":27262981,"name":"Run","trackName":"Run","artistName":"Ghostface Killah","albumName":"Live in New York City","duration":103.413333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Ghostface Killah]\nPss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\nOh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n[Ghostface Killah]\nAiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\nThe pound fell, cops is coming\nRunnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\nBuggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\nso I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\nMy pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\nTook off, made track look easy\nThe walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\nRun, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\nTake me to. Ghost here they come now!\nErrr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\nTurned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\nRun! I will not get bagged on the rock\nRun! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\nRun! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\nFuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\nDie with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\nBefore I let these crackers throw me and shit\nBounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\nCurse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\nHeard I was killin' shit, they must got word\nThat I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n[Raekwon]\nI skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\nRan up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\nI had to break free, police on me and they FB's\nYelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\nThat's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\nBoom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\nDamn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\nCab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\nStop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\nYelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\nBuild be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\nPlease, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\nAnd I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\nSay word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\nThat's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\nBut in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\nRun! If you sell drugs in the school zone\nRun! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\nThey givin' out life like by the tons\nRun! If you ain't do shit, you it\nThat next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\nSo, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\nWhen you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n[Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\nAh-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\nI like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n[Jadakiss]\nYo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\nI got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\nClear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\nI'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\nDon't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\nI learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\nThey come by one more time, they gon' hop out\nThey two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\nThen I can get rid of the pack\nBut I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\nUh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n(Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n(Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n(Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\nMy belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\nNow I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\nIf they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\nRather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\nAnd I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\nBut they too close, and I got this new toast\n'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n[Freeway]\nFree hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\nDown to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\nI bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\nCarolina had the milli down there\nPearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\nIn Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\nTold them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\nBut they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\nI stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\nIt's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\nBefore I left the premise, saw two more bitches\nThey told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\nI did, and then we went zoom\nDon't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\nI'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\nThe cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Interlude: Lil Wayne]\nD-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\nI'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n[Lil Wayne]\nIt's sure about does that you heard me\nAnd I dropped in effect since 9/11\nI'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\nThat's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\nPele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\nSo I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\nI had that 'dro in the seat of the car\nBut it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\nAy, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\nWhile your boy bypassing fare light\nBut if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\nThree hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\nI speed at night, take it easy in the day\nGo hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\nYup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\nBut at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Run\n  artist: Ghostface Killah\n  album: Live in New York City\n  duration_ms: 103413\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Ghostface Killah]\n  Pss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\n  Oh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n  [Ghostface Killah]\n  Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\n  The pound fell, cops is coming\n  Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\n  Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\n  so I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\n  My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\n  Took off, made track look easy\n  The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\n  Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\n  Take me to. Ghost here they come now!\n  Errr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\n  Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\n  Run! I will not get bagged on the rock\n  Run! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\n  Run! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\n  Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\n  Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\n  Before I let these crackers throw me and shit\n  Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\n  Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\n  Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word\n  That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n  [Raekwon]\n  I skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\n  Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\n  I had to break free, police on me and they FB's\n  Yelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\n  That's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\n  Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\n  Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\n  Cab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\n  Stop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\n  Yelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\n  Build be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\n  Please, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\n  And I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\n  Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\n  That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\n  But in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n  [Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\n  Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone\n  Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\n  They givin' out life like by the tons\n  Run! If you ain't do shit, you it\n  That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\n  So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\n  When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n  [Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\n  Ah-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\n  I like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n  [Jadakiss]\n  Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\n  I got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\n  Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\n  I'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\n  Don't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\n  I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\n  They come by one more time, they gon' hop out\n  They two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\n  Then I can get rid of the pack\n  But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\n  Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n  (Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n  (Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n  (Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n  (Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\n  My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\n  Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\n  If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\n  Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\n  And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\n  But they too close, and I got this new toast\n  'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n  [Freeway]\n  Free hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\n  Down to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\n  I bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\n  Carolina had the milli down there\n  Pearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\n  In Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\n  Told them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\n  But they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\n  I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\n  It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\n  Before I left the premise, saw two more bitches\n  They told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\n  I did, and then we went zoom\n  Don't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\n  I'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\n  The cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Interlude: Lil Wayne]\n  D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\n  I'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n  [Lil Wayne]\n  It's sure about does that you heard me\n  And I dropped in effect since 9/11\n  I'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\n  That's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\n  Pele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\n  So I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\n  I had that 'dro in the seat of the car\n  But it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\n  Ay, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\n  While your boy bypassing fare light\n  But if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\n  Three hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\n  I speed at night, take it easy in the day\n  Go hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\n  Yup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\n  But at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":27893718,"name":"Run","trackName":"Run","artistName":"Ghostface Killah","albumName":"General","duration":200.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Ghostface Killah]\nPss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\nOh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n[Ghostface Killah]\nAiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\nThe pound fell, cops is coming\nRunnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\nBuggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\nso I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\nMy pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\nTook off, made track look easy\nThe walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\nRun, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\nTake me to. Ghost here they come now!\nErrr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\nTurned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\nRun! I will not get bagged on the rock\nRun! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\nRun! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\nFuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\nDie with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\nBefore I let these crackers throw me and shit\nBounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\nCurse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\nHeard I was killin' shit, they must got word\nThat I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n[Raekwon]\nI skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\nRan up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\nI had to break free, police on me and they FB's\nYelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\nThat's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\nBoom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\nDamn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\nCab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\nStop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\nYelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\nBuild be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\nPlease, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\nAnd I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\nSay word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\nThat's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\nBut in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\nRun! If you sell drugs in the school zone\nRun! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\nThey givin' out life like by the tons\nRun! If you ain't do shit, you it\nThat next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\nSo, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\nWhen you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\nRun! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n[Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\nAh-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\nI like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n[Jadakiss]\nYo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\nI got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\nClear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\nI'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\nDon't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\nI learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\nThey come by one more time, they gon' hop out\nThey two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\nThen I can get rid of the pack\nBut I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\nUh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n(Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n(Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n(Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n(Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\nMy belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\nNow I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\nIf they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\nRather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\nAnd I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\nBut they too close, and I got this new toast\n'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n[Freeway]\nFree hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\nDown to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\nI bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\nCarolina had the milli down there\nPearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\nIn Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\nTold them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\nBut they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\nI stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\nIt's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\nBefore I left the premise, saw two more bitches\nThey told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\nI did, and then we went zoom\nDon't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\nI'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\nThe cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Interlude: Lil Wayne]\nD-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\nI'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n[Lil Wayne]\nIt's sure about does that you heard me\nAnd I dropped in effect since 9/11\nI'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\nThat's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\nPele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\nSo I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\nI had that 'dro in the seat of the car\nBut it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\nAy, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\nWhile your boy bypassing fare light\nBut if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\nThree hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\nI speed at night, take it easy in the day\nGo hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\nYup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\nBut at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Run\n  artist: Ghostface Killah\n  album: General\n  duration_ms: 200000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Ghostface Killah]\n  Pss. yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)\n  Oh shit, yo, yo, run!\n\n  [Ghostface Killah]\n  Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground\n  The pound fell, cops is coming\n  Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'\n  Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon\n  so I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin'\n  My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off\n  Took off, made track look easy\n  The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G.\n  Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down\n  Take me to. Ghost here they come now!\n  Errr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog\n  Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff\n  Run! I will not get bagged on the rock\n  Run! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops\n  Run! They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence\n  Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six\n  Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks\n  Before I let these crackers throw me and shit\n  Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop\n  Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve\n  Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word\n  That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge\n\n  [Raekwon]\n  I skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up\n  Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest\n  I had to break free, police on me and they FB's\n  Yelling \"I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze\"\n  That's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room\n  Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar\n  Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me\n  Cab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty\n  Stop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden\n  Yelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace\n  Build be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves\n  Please, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese\n  And I won't stop moving til the metal dig me\n  Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me\n  That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup\n  But in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is\n\n  [Chorus: Ghostface Killah]\n  Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone\n  Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!\n  They givin' out life like by the tons\n  Run! If you ain't do shit, you it\n  That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip\n  So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches!\n  When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!\n  Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns!\n\n  [Interlude: Jadakiss (Ghostface Killah)]\n  Ah-hah! I might gotta take my shirt off (yeah, kid...)\n  I like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)\n\n  [Jadakiss]\n  Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car\n  I got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard\n\n  Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells\n  I'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's\n  Don't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything\n  I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)\n  They come by one more time, they gon' hop out\n  They two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out\n  Then I can get rid of the pack\n  But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that\n  Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me\n  (Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me\n  (Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me\n  (Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me\n  (Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway\n  My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way\n  Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too\n  If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do\n  Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at\n  And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at\n  But they too close, and I got this new toast\n  'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do\n\n  [Freeway]\n  Free hold east coast whole, boxing the Philly down\n  Down to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round\n  I bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south\n  Carolina had the milli down there\n  Pearl Beach had the heater in reach, and four freaks\n  In Hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard freedom of speech\n  Told them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run\n  But they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece\n  I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate\n  It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon\n  Before I left the premise, saw two more bitches\n  They told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom\n  I did, and then we went zoom\n  Don't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness\n  I'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin'\n  The cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith &\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Interlude: Lil Wayne]\n  D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people\n  I'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie\n\n  [Lil Wayne]\n  It's sure about does that you heard me\n  And I dropped in effect since 9/11\n  I'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon\n  That's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11\n  Pele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law\n  So I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know\n  I had that 'dro in the seat of the car\n  But it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow\n  Ay, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights\n  While your boy bypassing fare light\n  But if them cock suckers ever get me dead right\n  Three hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right?\n  I speed at night, take it easy in the day\n  Go hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae\n  Yup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up\n  But at the pull up, come, I say my crew run run, boy\n\n  [Chorus]\n"}]