50 Cent I Run New York Lyrics

I Run New York Lyrics

[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, I run New York



[verse 1 - 50 Cent]

I wake up,
stare at the ceilin',

I'm alive, what a beautiful feelin',

I put my
vest on right after I put on my drawers,

It's a habit I'm always prepared
for war,

See my life's like some shit, you seen in a flick,

Bitches
act like pornstars when they sit on a dick,

When I was hit and out the
game I said "one more flick",

Test my aim in the range I'm like "one more
clip",

It's my brain, I'm insane, I be on some shit,

Man I run
Interscope, Jada's tryna annoy me,

Nuthin' but another disgruntled
employee,

He been in the game ten years and he still ain't rich,

Even his mama upset that he still ain't shit,

And he keep runnin his
yap, like I'ma take all that,

One more word out his mouth I'll push
Style's shit back,

See the nozzle on my tre pound is three inches
long,

And the trigger on the fo' fo's extremly strong,

With a
little tre douche is like pop, pop,

Chase his ass up the block til his
bitch ass drop,

And the verses he be kickin' none of 'em hot,

Cos
he ain't got none of that shit he says he got,

And he ain't did none of
that shit he said he did,

And I ain't got time to be talkin 'bout this
shit, (fuckin' faggot)



[chorus - 50 Cent]

I guess it's easy
to see lil' nigga, I run New York,

Yeah I live in CC lil' nigga, but I
run New York,

And I don't go to parties lil' nigga, but I run New
York,

And I stay gettin Cs lil' nigga, cos I run New York

(Yayo,
tell 'em I run New York)



[verse 2 - Tony Yayo]

My gun is
longer than yours, nigga, call your recouster,

da Locks made more money
than them thin tiny suits,

The game about da south, drugs and rappin,

Jada fuckin punchlines, my serp went platinum,

Style's and sheek louch
went double plastic,

Yayo, Buck and Banks was puttin out classics,

A hundred shots, a hundred clips, y'all ready to die,

Fat Joe ain't a
gangsta, he afraid to fly,

Automatic mossberg, who want a piece of this
punk,

I had Ja Rule buryed and some high heel punk,

Feds stuck in a
bullet-proof, man fuck that,

Homie, shoot up my whip, you only leave a
scratch,

Yo, I slip cocaine, in your hotel lobby,

And beat you wit
my pistol like Kane did Charlie,

It's T.O.N.Y.Y.A.Y.O., 

My whole
clique got doe, my Os on the fly hole,

C4s, we fly on linz,

And my
rocks lookin like, Flex likes yo' benz,



[chorus - 50 Cent]

When I'm down in DC 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 VA I tell niggaz
guess what, I run New York,

I'm in NC niggaz holla at the moon, cos I run
New York,

(Yayo tell 'em I run New York)



[50 Cent
talking]

Now who the fuck told that lil' nigga he can talk to me like
that? Catch my bottle up and roll him somewhere, [laughing] D.Y. wanna talk to
me, wanna tell

me what's goin on. Want me to serve him somethin' for
real, cos I'll serve, murder [laughing] eh, eh get Puffy on the phone, tell him
I said, tell the

nigga I said get out the mil for a second let me talk to
him. Puffy da only nigga a muthafucka pops, tell him I won't buy the nigga
Jadakiss pokes. Nigga

still ain't a coupe. Ah, nigga, you in da way. You
owe money nigga, aw man, now why you make me put yo' business in da street. Now
niggaz know you ain't

shit, damn! I see yo' punk ass in da paper, cos you
ain't returnin them jewels you borrowed, you better give 'em back, you dirty
nigga. Ain't none of that

shit you be wearin yours. [laughing] We coulda
kept this secret, nigga. These niggaz I'm supposed to beef wit. Aw man, this
fight is fixed, you been set

up, [laughing] that's what he gonna say,
"they set me up, man." I ain't even go through that