Run - Madlib, James Knight, The Butlers

Yo, uh, it’s Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car

I got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard

Clear twelve-twelve's that look like stuff shells

I’m cuttin' niggas throats on the sails while they puff L’s

Don’t leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything

I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)

They come by one more time they gon' hop out

They two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out

Then I can get rid of the pack

But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I’m dippin' with that

Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me (Run!)

Besides that, I got about 5 years on me (Run!)

Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me (Run!)

My Timb’s start feelin' like they Nike Air’s on me (Run!)

It’s hard for me to slow down, it’s like I’m on the through-way

My belt’s in the crib on the floor by my two-way

Now I’m tryin' hold my hammer up, and my pants too

If they don’t kill me, they gon' give me a number I can’t do

Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at

And I’m asthmatic, so I’m lookin' for somewhere to hide at

But they too close, and I got this new toast

'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do

Baby, I hear you knocking at my door, I look

Baby, I hear you knocking at my door, I look

Baby, I hear you knocking at my door, I look