Kelis - Make This Run lyrics

[Hook x2 - Pharrell] + (Kelis) If you love my n***as I'm saying but, if you only love my n***as We can make this run, for my n***as And if you die, hope you'll fly high (Don't worry baby, I'll make this money for you) [Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"] Make me an offer I can't refuse, pistol is wild Pretty face, no mask, undeniably fit for the job b**h wit a heart, ready to thump, money is king Wit my lap on the throne strokin' a cat, runnin' a scheme [Pharrell] My n***as get high off the reefer, and quick to heat ya If ya feel ya cold-blooded, I got something to heat ya It's called a hollow tip, dum, dum, follow clip and numb some If you don't know the language, then don't speak the gun dun [La Femme Nakita] Eyes like black chips of gla**, little wit an unholy light Ya chances of survival, like a roll of these dice Execution style, ski-mask, no smile Throw the ace, in the hidden safe, up under the towel [Royce Da 5'9"] + (La Femme Nakita) We definitely blow, stick wit me, know ya limitations Speak when spoke up, stay away from the rest of these hoes You ready to k** (No doubt) these n***as is jerks Broke n***as wit cheap guns, and triggers that work [Pharrell] If ya pops share my, cli-ker, carry street sweepers And hit ya more times than the worthless b**h, on ya beeper Revenge is that b**h, and she won't come lesser than So if ya hit me, God'll get me and give me breath again, b**h, get it right [Hook x2] w/ (Pharrel ad-libs) [Verse 2 - Pharrell] n***as wanna see me lying hurt, wanna stain my Hawaiian shirt Cause I put it out, they supplying dirt Two German Black b**hes, begging y'all to try and flirt Rude and twins, and all they rock is iron skirts [La Femme Nakita] My b**hes got mo's of alley cats, armed wit steel bats And mo's is stealing stacks, double back, and tally that When sh** go down, don't expect me to run Never forget dun, two guns, is better than one [Royce Da 5'9"] This money is golden, low and behold, blowing holes Through what I'm standing in front of you holding, n***as know Trench coats in Detroit summers, you gotta mean n***a Wit long guns, you gon' run n***a, run [Pharrell] If I die n***a, slit my back so my wings can come out And fly n***a, sky high n***a, age is my gun If I keep f**in' her, I might die wit her If you shoot me and my wings come out, then that's a fly stitcher [Royce Da 5'9"] Stay on ya toes, I got diamonds to watch, frukit n***as I took it ol' school, got the 5-9 in the box Dog, let me catch a n***a eyeing my watch What I'm firing's hot, just aim, and rely on the dot [Hook x2] [Verse 3 - Pharrell] Fifty karat link-link, mad cause ya lead kink Me and my b**h is frozen, regardless to her pink mink Freeze ya eyeballs, you don't want a part of that Cardiovascular, VVS heart attack [La Femme Nakita] Would you blast for me, put up the cash for me Out in the world dodging bullets, become a casualty For ten bricks sh**, twenty-four furs, and ten whips I flip and sends sh**, through b**hes appen-dix [Pharrell] For my beach fifty grand, I'm laughing at that advance I spent that at Dolce, on shirts, shades, and leather pants Million dollar deals, Lord I'm scared my life's changing Cupid's cousin, money keeping shooting, wit nice aimin' [La Femme Nakita] It's no sane, this drug game, flourished, n***as transform And hide into courage, but they blows be malnourished Let's see who get the furbus, bag annoys a** n***a Extra, like you surplus [Royce Da 5'9"] + (Royce + Pharrell + La Femme Nakita) Huh, I come dirt, anyone under one-thirty, ya slapped Ain't even gun worthy, f** yo n***as I'm the king of this sh**, thuggin, let's get these moneys And make n***as dearly beloved (I love my n***as) [Hook x6]