come and people go now it's time for me to run there's nothing left here for me our lives have just begun... All they care is what I'm not, and what
and people go now it's time for me to run there's nothing left here for me our lives have just begun... All they care is what I'm not, and what I
**az grow and grow and grow and get dough and roll and ride ni**az die and mommas cry ni**az got alibis and suicides and homicides and three strikes and yo' life and
best [Stretch] Yo I was, schemin and fiendin for loots and took the crooked route to, ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game The insane
make you happy, and get the job done You say you need it, a man with money But I can't be there, and will you still care Verse Two: Will I cheat or
nigga, I run New York, Yeah I live in CT lil' nigga, but I run New York, And I don't go to parties lil' nigga, but I run New York, And I stay gettin Cs
m sure that I gotta Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine And
s the rules that I play by Carry the team like I'm A.I I used to cook rocks, and hit the block And gun in the bushes, and money in my sock Shit, I had
Pays toll and drives off] Toll Booth Willie: "Go fuck yourself you son of a bitch! I'll come right outta the booth and fuckin' whack ya, you fuckin' prick
drums and these guns, equal mo' runs Sold coke, sold smoke, and sold junk Coke run is a wet dream, nightmare when five-oh come Suited up, but I get dirty and
yo you know how that go We gon' get together y'all, word up That's how we gon' bring it to you We gon' go all around the world get this money, and do
And all the b-boys worldwide and Coast II Coast Peace to Big Boy, peace to Trugoy Master P, Kam, and Afrika Baby Bam Jayo Felony, Money B, and Ol Dirty
dirty, dirty, dirty dance If we don't get the money we want were locked out That's why I run with them Harlem World niggaz And everybody I'm runnin'
just performers, it's a dirty game I seen thugs turn informers, crooked cops run in the crib, no warrants Money talk though, never stuck in a grudge, Got a female lawyer and
triggas and blast [Wayne] Lets get filthy wit' these niggas [B.G.] Take they figures and dash [Wayne] Lets get serious with these niggas [B.G.] Grab the K's and
in business so run up on us with your knife and your pistols we'll plague your character with rifles and missils I dropped my pack and drove my back
