"Run The City" lyrics
(performed by ALLBLACK & 22nd Jim)
This shit get broke without that money, nigga
Yeah
Nigga, it's black, all black, yeah
Today I wanna act bad, I made my partner pull his colors out
L7 screaming, can't hear what nigga talkin' 'bout
We got cougar, Chevys, no dunk, no, no, this ain't the South
Don't make me pull up to the DPs, I'll make 'em pull everything out
Nigga, this Oakland, we out here pimpin', smokin' toe
Somebody yell that they got five on it, oh yeah, go 'head and roll
If we don't know you, we gon' beat your whip if you drive pass in York
I just pulled up to the lake, I'm with haha, and he got Drake
It's a great day, the hos out, they walkin' 'round with toes out
It's not one bitch I fucked that ain't paid, I don't know about
Big ass jacket on, I cover up the gun, I know the Rollie's out
We in back-to-back Benz, his hos recordin' with they phones out
Hoe-ass nigga thought this shit was all around
Nah, nigga, we still play around, nigga
Act like you know somethin', nigga
We the blueprint
Fresh as fuckin' nigga knew it, pocket stuff, ain't gotta show it
Something crazy on my hip, I ain't gon' show it 'less I'm 'bout to blow it
Diamonds on my chest, them bitches hit so hard, I can't control it
But keep your bitch from runnin' game 'cause if you don't, you know she goin'
On the road with bags on, got all your stuff with cash in it
Let that ho know from the jump, that bitch, I ain't your last nigga
Lean just walked up in this bitch, now tell me where the drink at
Hang that bitch right at your roof and squeeze it where your brain at
Foot on they neck, these nigga out here screamin', "Dispatch"
All that hatin', you'll never get that bitch back
E-R-D-R-R, go chrome, fuck it, mismatch
A-R-P-N, the Maybach, I'm in for chin stretch
Can't do nothin' with me, they stuck with me
You better not try your luck with me
If they say they keepin' up, them nigga lyin', they can't fuck with me
If I shoot, this bitch is not gon' stop, this bitch a Fugliaro
That go for any nigga think he want some problems
Twenty second ways, we throw parades, who really run the city?
I'm feelin' good, got off the phone with Yeef, and I pull-up to the city
Nigga can't do nothin' with me, they stuck with me
You better not try your luck with me
If they say they keepin' up, these nigga lyin', they can't fuck with me
These nigga know that they can't fuck with me
They scared to try they luck with me
Aim it at his roof, and squeeze that bitch, and it's gon' buckle
Hit the corner like he Rambo and that Fugliaro punishin'
I've no picture on this bitch, I put that belt on, and he wanna
Put the block on my back 'fore I put it 'round my neck
I got my heart in this shit, kill and die by my respect
Before this rappin', I was trappin', I been up a check
Nigga think they seen it all, I ain't seen nothin' yet
Yeah
Nigga, it's black, all black, yeah
Today I wanna act bad, I made my partner pull his colors out
L7 screaming, can't hear what nigga talkin' 'bout
We got cougar, Chevys, no dunk, no, no, this ain't the South
Don't make me pull up to the DPs, I'll make 'em pull everything out
Nigga, this Oakland, we out here pimpin', smokin' toe
Somebody yell that they got five on it, oh yeah, go 'head and roll
If we don't know you, we gon' beat your whip if you drive pass in York
I just pulled up to the lake, I'm with haha, and he got Drake
It's a great day, the hos out, they walkin' 'round with toes out
It's not one bitch I fucked that ain't paid, I don't know about
Big ass jacket on, I cover up the gun, I know the Rollie's out
We in back-to-back Benz, his hos recordin' with they phones out
Hoe-ass nigga thought this shit was all around
Nah, nigga, we still play around, nigga
Act like you know somethin', nigga
We the blueprint
Fresh as fuckin' nigga knew it, pocket stuff, ain't gotta show it
Something crazy on my hip, I ain't gon' show it 'less I'm 'bout to blow it
Diamonds on my chest, them bitches hit so hard, I can't control it
But keep your bitch from runnin' game 'cause if you don't, you know she goin'
On the road with bags on, got all your stuff with cash in it
Let that ho know from the jump, that bitch, I ain't your last nigga
Lean just walked up in this bitch, now tell me where the drink at
Hang that bitch right at your roof and squeeze it where your brain at
Foot on they neck, these nigga out here screamin', "Dispatch"
All that hatin', you'll never get that bitch back
E-R-D-R-R, go chrome, fuck it, mismatch
A-R-P-N, the Maybach, I'm in for chin stretch
Can't do nothin' with me, they stuck with me
You better not try your luck with me
If they say they keepin' up, them nigga lyin', they can't fuck with me
If I shoot, this bitch is not gon' stop, this bitch a Fugliaro
That go for any nigga think he want some problems
Twenty second ways, we throw parades, who really run the city?
I'm feelin' good, got off the phone with Yeef, and I pull-up to the city
Nigga can't do nothin' with me, they stuck with me
You better not try your luck with me
If they say they keepin' up, these nigga lyin', they can't fuck with me
These nigga know that they can't fuck with me
They scared to try they luck with me
Aim it at his roof, and squeeze that bitch, and it's gon' buckle
Hit the corner like he Rambo and that Fugliaro punishin'
I've no picture on this bitch, I put that belt on, and he wanna
Put the block on my back 'fore I put it 'round my neck
I got my heart in this shit, kill and die by my respect
Before this rappin', I was trappin', I been up a check
Nigga think they seen it all, I ain't seen nothin' yet
