Lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent] Oh! Rrrrrr Please (Yea) don't play with the animal [Chorus: 50 Cent] The walls have ears lil' nigga, I run New York Even when I ain't there lil' nigga, I run New York I said the walls have ears lil' nigga, I hear when you talk Let's get this shit clear lil' nigga, I run New York [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I wake up, stare at the ceilin' I'm alive, what a beautiful feelin' I put my vest on right after I put on my drawers It's a habit I'm always prepared for war See my life's like some shit, you seen in a flick Bitches act like pornstars when they sit on a dick When I was hit and out the game I said "one more flick" Test my aim in the range I'm like "one more clip" It's my brain, I'm insane, I be on some shit Man I run Interscope, Jada's tryna annoy me Nuthin' but another disgruntled employee He been in the game ten years and he still ain't rich Even his mama upset that he still ain't shit And he keep runnin his yap, like I'ma take all that One more word out his mouth I'll push Style's shit back See the nozzle on my tre pound is three inches long And the trigger on the fo' fo's extremly strong With a little tre douche is like pop, pop Chase his ass up the block til his bitch ass drop And the verses he be kickin' none of 'em hot Cos he ain't got none of that shit he says he got And he ain't did none of that shit he said he did And I ain't got time to be talkin 'bout this shit, (fuckin' faggot) [Chorus: 50 Cent] I guess it's easy to see lil' 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 cheese lil' nigga, cos I run New York (Yayo, tell 'em I run New York) [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] My gun is longer than yours, nigga, call your recruits LOX made more money, in them damn shiny suits The game around south, drugs and rappin Jada fuck your punchlines, my shirt went platinum Style's and Sheek Louch went double plastic Yayo, Buck and Banks is puttin' out classics A hundred shots, a hundred clips, y'all ready to die Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he scared to fly Automatic mossberg, who want a piece of this punk I have Ja Rule buried in some high heel pumps Vested up in a bullet-proof, man fuck that Homie, shoot up my whip, you only leave a scratch Yo, I slip cocaine, in your project lobby And beat you wit my pistol like Caine did Chauncey It's T.O.N.Y. Y.A.Y.O My whole clique got dough,my Os on the fly hole C4s, we fly on linz And my rocks lookin like flash lights in my ears nigga [Chorus: 50 Cent] When I'm down in DC lil' nigga, I tell 'em, I run New York When I'm out in Philly lil' homie, I run New York When I'm in VA I tell niggas guess what, I run New York I'm in NC niggas holla at the moon, cos I run New York (Yayo tell 'em I run New York) [Outro: 50 Cent] Yo who the fuck told this lil' nigga he can talk to me like that?! Catch him I'll ball him up and roll him somewhere Ha ha ha hah Dee! Waah! Wan' talk to me?! Wan' tell me what's goin' on? You want me to service him for real 'cause I'll service I'll murder! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! ay! Ay get Puffy on the phone! Tell him I said Tell that nigga Puffy I said "get out the mirror for a second let me talk to him" Puffy own the nigga motherfuckin' publishing! Tell him I wanna buy the nigga Jadakiss publishing! Nigga still ain't recoup! Aww nigga, you in the red! You owe money, nigga! Awww, man! Now why you make me put your business in the street! Now niggas know you ain't shit! Damn! I see your monkey ass in the paper Cause you ain't returned them jewels you borrowed You better give them back! You dirty nigga Ain't none of that shit you be wearin' yours! Ha ha ha! We could've kept this secret, nigga These niggas I'm supposed to beef with?! Awww man! This fight is fixed You been set up! Ha ha hah! That's what he 'gon say "they set me up, man I ain't know a nigga was gon' do that" Ha ha hah