50 Cent - I Run New York
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Oh!
Rrrrrr
Please don't play with the animal
[Chorus: 50 Cent & , ]
The walls have ears lil' nigga
I run New York
Even when I ain't there lil' nigga
I run New York
I said the walls have ears lil' nigga
I hear when you talk
Let's get this shit clear lil' nigga
(Cause) I run New York
[Verse 1: 50 Cent & , ]
I wake up
Stare at the ceilin', I'm alive
What a beautiful feelin', (Woo) I put my vest on, right after I put on my draws
It's a habit I'm always prepared for war (Yeah!)
See, my life's like some shit, you seen in a flick
Bitches act like porn stars when they sit on the dick
When I was gettin' out the game I said "one more flick"
Test my aim in the range I'm like "one more clip" (Oh!)
It's my brain, I'm insane, I be on some shit
Man, I run Interscope, Jada's tryna annoy me
He's nuttin' but another disgruntled employee (Hahahaha)
Been in the game ten years, and he still ain't rich
Even his momma upset that he still ain't shit
But he keep runnin' his yap like I'ma take all that
One more word out his mouth I'll push Styles shit back (Woo!)
See, the nozzle on my trey pound is three inches long
And the kick on the four-fours is extremely strong
With a lil' trey deuce it's like
Chase his ass up the block till his bitch ass drop
And them verses he be kickin'
None of 'em hot
'Cause he ain't got none of that shit he sayin' he got
And he ain't did none of that shit he sayin' he did
And I ain't got, time to be talkin' 'bout this shit, fuckin' faggot!
[Chorus: 50 Cent, ]
I gets busy lil' nigga
I run New York
Yeah, I live in CT, lil' nigga
But I run New York
I don't go to parties, lil' nigga
But I run New York
And I stay gettin' cheese, lil' nigga
'Cause I
Yayo, tell 'em I run New York
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
My money longer than yours, nigga, call your recruits
The Lox made more money, in them damn shiny suits (Bling)
The game about sales, drugs and rappin'
Jada fuck your punchlines, my shirt went platinum
Styles and Sheek Louch, went double plastic
Yayo, Buck and Banks is puttin' out classics
A hunnid shots, a hunnid clips, y'all ready to die
Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he scared to fly (Here we go!)
Automatic Mossberg who want a piece of this pump?
I have Ja Rule buried, in some high heel pumps
Vest up in the bulletproof, man fuck that
Homie shoot up my whip, all you leave (Break it down now!) is a scratch
Yo, I flip cocaine in your project lobby
And beat you with my pistol like Kane did Chauncey
It's T.O.N.Y. Y.A.Y.O, my whole clique got dough, my hoes on the fly [?]
G4's, we fly on Lears
And my rocks lookin' like flashlights in my ears, nigga!
[Chorus: 50 Cent & ]
When I'm down in D.C. lil' nigga, I tell 'em , I run New York
When I'm out in Philly lil' homie
I run New York
When I'm in V.A. I tell niggas, guess what? "I run New York"
When I'm in N.C. niggas holla at me 'cause I run New York
Yayo tell 'em I run New York
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yo who the fuck told this lil' nigga he can talk to me like that?!
Catch him I'll ball him up and roll him somewhere
Ha ha ha hah
Dee! Waah!
Wan' talk to me?!
Wan' tell me what's goin on?
You want me to service him for real 'cause I'll service
I'll murder!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha! ay!
Ay get Puffy on the phone!
Tell him I said
Tell that nigga Puffy I said "get out the mirror for a second let me talk to him"
Puffy own the nigga motherfuckin' publishing!
Tell him I wanna buy the nigga Jadakiss publishing!
Nigga still ain't recoup!
Aww nigga you in the red!
You owe money nigga!
Awww man!
Now why you make me put your business in the street!
Now niggas know you ain't shit!
Damn!
I see your monkey ass in the paper
Cause you ain't returned them jewels you borrowed
You better give them back!
You dirty nigga
Ain't none of that shit you be wearin yours!
Ha ha ha!
We could've kept this secret nigga
These niggas I'm supposed to beef with?!
Awww man!
This fight is fixed
You been set up!
Ha ha hah!
That's what he 'gon say "they set me up, man
I ain't know a nigga was gon' do that"
Ha ha hah
Oh!
Rrrrrr
Please don't play with the animal
[Chorus: 50 Cent & , ]
The walls have ears lil' nigga
I run New York
Even when I ain't there lil' nigga
I run New York
I said the walls have ears lil' nigga
I hear when you talk
Let's get this shit clear lil' nigga
(Cause) I run New York
[Verse 1: 50 Cent & , ]
I wake up
Stare at the ceilin', I'm alive
What a beautiful feelin', (Woo) I put my vest on, right after I put on my draws
It's a habit I'm always prepared for war (Yeah!)
See, my life's like some shit, you seen in a flick
Bitches act like porn stars when they sit on the dick
When I was gettin' out the game I said "one more flick"
Test my aim in the range I'm like "one more clip" (Oh!)
It's my brain, I'm insane, I be on some shit
Man, I run Interscope, Jada's tryna annoy me
He's nuttin' but another disgruntled employee (Hahahaha)
Been in the game ten years, and he still ain't rich
Even his momma upset that he still ain't shit
But he keep runnin' his yap like I'ma take all that
One more word out his mouth I'll push Styles shit back (Woo!)
See, the nozzle on my trey pound is three inches long
And the kick on the four-fours is extremely strong
With a lil' trey deuce it's like
Chase his ass up the block till his bitch ass drop
And them verses he be kickin'
None of 'em hot
'Cause he ain't got none of that shit he sayin' he got
And he ain't did none of that shit he sayin' he did
And I ain't got, time to be talkin' 'bout this shit, fuckin' faggot!
[Chorus: 50 Cent, ]
I gets busy lil' nigga
I run New York
Yeah, I live in CT, lil' nigga
But I run New York
I don't go to parties, lil' nigga
But I run New York
And I stay gettin' cheese, lil' nigga
'Cause I
Yayo, tell 'em I run New York
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
My money longer than yours, nigga, call your recruits
The Lox made more money, in them damn shiny suits (Bling)
The game about sales, drugs and rappin'
Jada fuck your punchlines, my shirt went platinum
Styles and Sheek Louch, went double plastic
Yayo, Buck and Banks is puttin' out classics
A hunnid shots, a hunnid clips, y'all ready to die
Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he scared to fly (Here we go!)
Automatic Mossberg who want a piece of this pump?
I have Ja Rule buried, in some high heel pumps
Vest up in the bulletproof, man fuck that
Homie shoot up my whip, all you leave (Break it down now!) is a scratch
Yo, I flip cocaine in your project lobby
And beat you with my pistol like Kane did Chauncey
It's T.O.N.Y. Y.A.Y.O, my whole clique got dough, my hoes on the fly [?]
G4's, we fly on Lears
And my rocks lookin' like flashlights in my ears, nigga!
[Chorus: 50 Cent & ]
When I'm down in D.C. lil' nigga, I tell 'em , I run New York
When I'm out in Philly lil' homie
I run New York
When I'm in V.A. I tell niggas, guess what? "I run New York"
When I'm in N.C. niggas holla at me 'cause I run New York
Yayo tell 'em I run New York
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yo who the fuck told this lil' nigga he can talk to me like that?!
Catch him I'll ball him up and roll him somewhere
Ha ha ha hah
Dee! Waah!
Wan' talk to me?!
Wan' tell me what's goin on?
You want me to service him for real 'cause I'll service
I'll murder!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha! ay!
Ay get Puffy on the phone!
Tell him I said
Tell that nigga Puffy I said "get out the mirror for a second let me talk to him"
Puffy own the nigga motherfuckin' publishing!
Tell him I wanna buy the nigga Jadakiss publishing!
Nigga still ain't recoup!
Aww nigga you in the red!
You owe money nigga!
Awww man!
Now why you make me put your business in the street!
Now niggas know you ain't shit!
Damn!
I see your monkey ass in the paper
Cause you ain't returned them jewels you borrowed
You better give them back!
You dirty nigga
Ain't none of that shit you be wearin yours!
Ha ha ha!
We could've kept this secret nigga
These niggas I'm supposed to beef with?!
Awww man!
This fight is fixed
You been set up!
Ha ha hah!
That's what he 'gon say "they set me up, man
I ain't know a nigga was gon' do that"
Ha ha hah
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