[Intro]

Here's what we know:

Two men and a woman came into the bank branch

Clad in black business clothing

Trench coats, bandannas, and sunglasses

They pulled guns out and ordered everybody to the floor

And then cleaned out the registers

And hear this—they even swiped jewelry from some of the customers

[Verse 1: El-P]

Aye, woo! Woo!

Run, Run, Run The Jewels

Gangster like you wake up in Dickies and load the clippy

The rate of our ascension makes statisticians feel sickly

Accountants, they get snippy, they never counted so quickly

Got 'em up sniffin' yak up off an abacus for a living

Crime authors, autobiographically bastards

Pain passin’, put a pain in your brain batter

Style droppin' the drums and stun all gawkers

Small talkers get launched on, clobbered and tossed off

Knock 'em on just to get rocks off

Put a pause on all of that soft talk, chop chop

Tick tock, you got until the hands on the clock stop

I'm bagging a bag, then I'm backing out, better back off

[Hook: El-P]

That's why I'm outta here, baby

Before these clowns put me down in the ground, baby

I'm running reds 'til I'm out of this town, baby

You want your money back? Chase me

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]

Jewel runner, gold dripper, flow flipper

Smoke killer, slow sipper, quick temper

Temperamental, sharp mental, departmental

Tight fellow, wouldn't want to be him, wouldn't want to see him

They the type, really be jealous, get'cha hype

Oh, Jesus, these niggas is polices

We gon' shower on these pussies, they mommas gon' know Jesus

Junkie Johnny told me "Money, these niggas should know better

But they monkeys so you got to show junkies ain't no let up"

Bad manners, the bad man'll do bad things

A bad bitch gave me bomb head to Bad Brains

The sheriff's daughter, we be outta there 'fore dad came

[Hook: El-P]

That's why I'm outta here, baby

Before these clowns put me down in the ground, baby

I'm running reds 'til I'm out of this town, baby

You want your money back? Chase me

[Interlude: Big Boi]

You ain't gonna get your money back

Ain't gonna get the money, jack

You ain't gonna get that money back

I got the bag, it ain't coming back

You ain't gonna get your money, jack

I got the bag, it ain't coming back

You ain't gonna get your money, jack

I got the bag

[Verse 3: Big Boi]

Real grippers, pimp niggas with Gucci slippers

Coochie tippers, Magic City got groupie strippers

A crew of killers and dealers, we got this newbie with us

We turn Pirellis to jellies, ex-cons to former cellies

Stay on ready, foot on that very heavy

Good on deck, smelly smelly

Show some respect or you'll get showered like parade confetti

Made man, I'm made already, nobody safe: I'm petty

450 horse up in the Porsche, 600 in the Chevy

Buddy, I'm nutty, I've got some screws loose

And if your bitch wants some cutty, baby, I choose you

Underground Kingz, speed and sound things

Run the sacks and be aware of all your surroundings

[Hook: El-P]

That's why I'm outta here, baby

Before these clowns put me down in the ground, baby

I'm running reds 'til I'm out of this town, baby

You want your money back? Chase me

[Outro]

Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen

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