Run This City

Lyrics

[Intro] Hahaha C'mon As we proceed To give you what you need Motherfuckers I like this right here C'mon Hit it Bad Boy We here now We still ain't gon' stop C'mon [Verse 1: P. Diddy] Why do cats wanna hate on a boss? Scrape the Azure? Do petty shit that a coward'll do Cop little toys like I should be proud of you I got two: one platinum, one powder blue Cop cars while you still renting Tell time from the Chapard, Frank Muller, or a million Bill Clintons Platinum presidential to keep it simple Half of y'all couldn't get into what I get into I know niggas pressed to stick me That's why I pack Glocks that hold shots, nothing less than 50 Niggas try they best to get me, I see you in the rearview Switching lanes tryna get on same exits with me Tryna peep where I live at, where I sleep, where my kids at Don't do that I have fools with tools where your kids go to school at Where you break food at, where you think everything cool at Where you niggas get bricks at, take shits at Count cash, take baths, fuck your bitch at Who you niggas trying to stick up? I have lions with irons To pick up your bitch when she pick her wig up I know niggas wanna see me shot, lean to the left In the drop, holding my chest, wheezing for breath Can't see me going out on no meaningless death Y'all wanna stick me? Let me see if y'all can get me, now... [Hook] "I run this city!" ("Who else but me?") "The boss, trust me" ("I'm a Bad Boy!") "Y—Y—Y—You rocking with the best" "Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks" "I run this city!" ("Who else but me?") "The boss, trust me" ("I'm a Bad Boy!") "Y—Y—Y—You rocking with the best" "Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks" (Fuck y'all!) [Verse 2: P. Diddy] Y'all just don't wanna see me fly You killed Big; y'all niggas seen me cry That ain't enough? Y'all wanna see me die? What man say P.D. scared? He lying Hate on me 'cause I got the keys to the city You wanna see me get notorious without Biggie See me without The LOX, say I ain't jiggy See me without Ma$e, say I ain't pretty Wanna dress in all black, ride what's mine? Take my shine? Hate on the boss? Scrape the Azure? Mad 'cause I got the total package and more Faith in my shit, y'all keep hatin my shit I'ma keep hitting y'all in the face with these hits I got the real Queen Bee, don't fuck with my bitch And I gave y'all the blueprints on how to ball But you niggas still pray for my downfall [Hook] "I run this city!" ("Who else but me?") "The boss, trust me" ("I'm a Bad Boy!") "Y—Y—Y—You rocking with the best" "Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks" "I run this city!" ("Who else but me?") "The boss, trust me" ("I'm a Bad Boy!") "Y—Y—Y—You rocking with the best" "Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks" (Fuck y'all!) [Verse 3: P. Diddy] 'Cause I'm bad and the boy get papers? Is it the looks, the wheels, the skills, the flavor? House on the hill, hundred acres, no neighbors You can't hate this, '90s Lee Majors I'm top pedigree, I show you what cheddar be AutoTrade nigga, I'm the DuPont registry Gear I wear for whatever the weather be Gators, the flavors, the colors my leathers be You smile in my face, but behind my back, gossip Plot shit, wanna get me shot to the noggin Have Justin crying: "Who got my pop hit?" Lying, tryna tie me to that B.I.G. and Pac shit I can't, don't, and won't stop And y'all can't, so don't pop I told y'all I got thugs on the payroll Gotta lay low and get up in the anal [Hook] "I run this city!" ("Who else but me?") "The boss, trust me" ("I'm a Bad Boy!") "Y—Y—Y—You rocking with the best" "Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks" "I run this city!" ("Who else but me?") "The boss, trust me" ("I'm a Bad Boy!") "Y—Y—Y—You rocking with the best" "Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks" (Fuck y'all!)