Turbo - Running The City lyrics

[Intro] We run the city [Verse 1: Thought] I'm shaving like a banker with a lisp And my chips always crisp Credit card the color of Hakeem Nicks Oh sh** they thought Thought was playing I'm just saying when the case come son I ain't paying He just relaying Post up, fake pa**, now I'm jaying Be impressed Your girl undressed But let the kid unimpress with the coldness He makes it rain I can make it splash Step back with the backpack Political raps don't mean crap if you ain't got racks Tan maestro give your bank account lipo After bones like fido k**er for the scrilla Cabbage kids patching up your facts Jack and Dexter in the lab Drop a hot one six make you wanna crash Like a RV hardly that's me Sick like Raleigh or UNC I'm nice with it You might get it Tell your girl hide she might get bit like a zombie My heart black like the jacket on Fonzi Chimpanzee business done wrongly Watching your funds decay like a donkey [Hook: Big G] Heightened existence Sky is no limit Reap money and b**hes Running the city [Verse 2: Spiz] It's Spiz on the track I'm a beast yes in fact Mad girls I attract Just bring them in the back Got them rolling up weed 4-pack how many homies do I need I got Mac with the addys and the tree And my attitude feeling free Well I'm boutta spit a freestyle And I don't even need crowds Dunk right off the rebound Hey now I'm not mad you hate it Or you wanna Only drive high on marijuana And I'm on them Like hair on gorillas Like records on k**ers Like B-No-Illa I see more clearer As the lights get dimmer Serving up that's dinner You know I run the city So don't get silly Triple T Mac with me I told you all listen to the sh** that I'm dishing I ain't even on a mission Well my lab is exquisite And my raps is explicit I'm sorry you missed it How up and that's distance Get packed like it's Christmas And heightened existence It's Spiz and I'm finished [Hook]