[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)
[Outro: 50 Cent]
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