[Verse 1 - The Game]
Back on the block n***a, chains on the rocks n***a
Used to move yay, I should throw up the Roc n***a
Back with the doc, so I just throw up the 'Math
Eight, two fingers down get the ski mask
This is body bag sh**, that open the bag spliff
Coke in your lung, a muthaf**in monster is what I've become
Balls hotter than Pablo Escobar's stove
Got the Venice Queensbridge Escobar flow
Brat! Brat brat! 50 rounds'll knock you n***as down
Ben Affleck from The Town. This is my town n***a
King, mayor, all that. n***as better fall back
Bullets in your ballcap. P-U-S-S-Y: that's what I call cats
Hardcore, die today if it brought Biggie Smalls back
Eyes low, 7 5/8, Black Wall hat
R.E.D. Album, b**h, everything else all black
Eyes low, 7 5/8, Black Wall hat
R.E.D. Album, n***a, everything else all black
[Hook]
n***as keep saying that they run this town
They don't run this town, n***a I run this town
n***as keep playing when we come around
I run them down, they wanted now
[Verse 2 - The Game]
n***as better break bread and n***as better play dead
I step in front of the beam and take it off of Dre head
Everything's straight red: my b**h, my car, the tip of my cigar
My Philly hat, my scarf
Y'all n***as pushing light weight
Ryan Russell n***as falling down, tryna put a hand up in Mike face
The f**ing music's in danger, ain't a mic safe
Mick Bibby, Mick Vick, n***a, Mike Jake
4th album, cause I do my sh** the right way
And like Dre the fans gon wait, so have a nice day
I'mma have a nice b**h sitting in the white 6
Coldest rapper alive: I write with a ice pick
And I write sick, meaning that my bars ill
f** the world up, n***a, I'm a oil spill
In the 4-wheel, paint job orange peel
Not like Pica**o b**h, but I draw steel
[Hook]
n***as keep saying that they run this town
They don't run this town, n***a I run this town
n***as keep playing when we come around
I run them down, they wanted now
[Verse 3 - The Game]
I ain't never gave no f**, why would I start now?
Everytime I get on the track, it's black hawk down
I declare war, pulling n***as' cars now
And I ain't gotta f** Sarah Palin to lay the law down
Birds: knock em all down, you could push record now
Used to ball like Chris Paul, I'm John Wall now
Still bang Dogg Pound, I don't like how y'all soon
Gun-bu*t a n***a in the grill, try to floss now
I set the bridge on fire, try to cross now
Still f** Benzino, I don't care who run The Source now
I got magazines inside of magazines
Woke up, laid everybody on the porch down
k** the drums, the track is a corpse now
Spread my fingers when I shoot Kyle Watson from Georgetown
Think it's a movie then its A.I, Georgetown
But if it ain't a court 'round, I'm bustin' with the 4 pound