Lloyd Banks - We Run The Town lyrics

Do you have any idea what you stumbled on Put chills every-time the sun is on I'm heating up and I'm out the pot My style came from the suns of corn Shine so bright get the crowd shades Might get burned when the sun perform On point cause you don't get 2 mistakes There's rules and apes, I'm jungle born All proceeds to myself, 4 g's on these belts You cold freezing, I'm so evil See me noone sees me, be stealth Thinks they got the game in a headlock, This ain't gonna feel like a legshot More like I'm rammin y'all with a cannonball All out til ya head pop Now everybody poppin sh** cause I'm popular Think I just seen a binocular Put me anywhere and I'll stand out Kickin 16 to the opera, figured I'll bring out a throwback But the b**h look mean and they jockin her But I'm mean type and you know that And I'm yelling out "where the hoes at" Selling out of the Kodak Tell them that I'll never go back k**ing them now let the dough stack Still be a legend with no plaque Million dollar my door mat I get them with one of my own raps I'm chilling on something exclusive On the south side, n***a hold that Shout to my b**hes, I got a million f** all my haters, f** how they feeling My money is up, up to the ceiling Your buzzing died down, I did the k**in (sh**) We run the town, g'd up, hoodied down We run the town, g'd up, hoodied down Hey yo, my mask on like give me that Max born, we empty that Act wrong, we clap strong Air max on my Fendi strap 4 door that Bentley black Like chords drop plenty racks 4 4's, we stomp 4's you talk more than these snitching cats f** I'm hungry (who) n***a you don't know what they put me through Should've gained from the block what I rock from the stoop But you ain't tryna floss with the rock, go to school Never thought it's my sign to copy a move But even when it's hot n***a it probably cool Yeah I've served that, who you learned that from? Time to get a clique on the block with a tool Boss-ling, they call me Ross-ling To save the bosses through rawest voices, God's strings (they know) Walk-in closets show every grand, I'm glossing Go in my pockets take 50 grand it's boss-thing Shout to my b**hes, I got a million f** all my haters, f** how they feeling My money is up, up to the ceiling Your buzzing died down, I did the k**in (sh**) We run the town, g'd up, hoodied down We run the town, g'd up, hoodied down