50 Cent - I run n.y. lyrics

[Chorus - 50 Cent] The walls have ears lil' n***a, I run New York Even when I ain't there lil' n***a, I run New York I said the walls have ears lil' n***a, I hear when you talk Let's get this sh** clear lil' n***a, 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 sh**, you seen in a flick b**hes act like p**nstars 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 sh** 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 sh** And he keep runnin his yap, like I'ma take all that One more word out his mouth I'll push Style's sh** 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 a** up the block til his b**h a** drop And the verses he be kickin' none of 'em hot Cos he ain't got none of that sh** he says he got And he ain't did none of that sh** he said he did And I ain't got time to be talkin 'bout this sh**, (f**in' f*ggot) [Chorus - 50 Cent] I guess it's easy to see lil' n***a, I run New York Yeah I live in CC lil' n***a, but I run New York And I don't go to parties lil' n***a, but I run New York And I stay gettin Cs lil' n***a, cos I run New York (Yayo, tell 'em I run New York) [verse 2 - Tony Yayo] My gun is longer than yours, n***a, call your recouster Locks made more money than them thin tiny suits The game around south, d** and rappin Jada f**in punchlines, my serp went platinum Style's and C Loot's went double plastic Yayo, Buck and Banks was puttin out cla**ics 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 f** that Homie, shoot up my whip, you only leave a scratch Yo, I slip c**aine, 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, gotto,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' n***a, 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 n***as guess what, I run New York I'm in NC n***as holla at the moon, cos I run New York (Yayo tell 'em I run New York) [50 Cent talking] Now who the f** told that lil' n***a 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 n***a I said get out the mil for a second let me talk to him. Puffy da only n***a a muthaf**a pops, tell him I won't buy the n***a Jadakiss pokes. n***a Still ain't a coupe. Ah, n***a, you in da way. You owe money n***a, aw man, now why you make me put yo' business in da street. Now n***as know you ain't sh**, damn! I see yo' punk a** in da paper, cos you ain't returnin them j**els you borrowed, you better give 'em back, you dirty n***a. Ain't none of that sh** you be wearin yours. [laughing] We coulda kept this secret, n***a. These n***as 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