(Now there ain't but 20'000 police in the whole town
Can you dig?
Can you dig it?
Caaaan youuuu dig iiiit?!
- Yeah!)
[Run-D.M.C.] (Run-D)
[VERSE 1: Schoolly D]
Run s**er, run s**er, run s**er, run
s**er run, I'm comin like a shotgun
Schoolly-School, I'm never gonna be the one
And if you think that I'm ever gonna let up
Shut up - and just get up
I'm on your back, got you runnin like a rabbit
I'm in your veins like a c**aine habit
And let you know that I'm never gonna stop
Until a s**er get dropped
I'm not your boy, you ain't my master
Another brother gotta do what he has ta
Do, and everything that I wanna
The only job I got standin on the corner
And everything that I do is illegal
Another brother, but the brother was an eagle
Run, run, run, run, run, you better run fast
Another s**er just got gased
[VERSE 2: Scholly D]
Alright s**er, you want the real deal?
Here it is, at the tip of the cold steel
Shoot a punk and a shoe-shine n******g
Shoot em all what Schoolly D figure
Line em up, put your finger on the trigger
Sit back and take a little swigger
And let a rhyme intoxicate your mind
Like a cheeba and a forty of wine
I'm gettin tired of every other brother in the ghetto
Gotta sell a little lleyo
Because a brother didn't have enough knowledge
Didn't know because he didn't go to college
I'm gettin tired of the s**ers on my back
Because I'm black, hard with a dope rap
Do you think a young brother wanna hear that?
They rather hear a brother pullin on a git-gat
Run, run, run, run, run, you better run fast
Another s**er just got gased
[VERSE 3: guest rapper]
Jump fast out the startin block
From this gat from the fact that I hold you will feel the pop
Gunshots on the neighborhood
Are the sounds of brothers hard up to no good
Feel the pain of a bullet wound
For s**ers tryin to slip and trip, time to meet their doom
Like the sounds of a battle cry
Either run, soft s**er, or get caught, do or die
Flee, it's the reality
Cause I see another weak comp, it's so violent, see
Brothers dyin over property
Dope, money, women and ki's
So now the time is at hand
You can sit down, be a punk or be a man
It's like chillin, cold lampin on d**h row
And I catch you, boy, in a grave you go
Stay out on the move, it ain't for fun
Yo School, make them s**ers wanna run, run, run
(Run) [cut up until end]