We Run These Streets

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Buck] Ha haaaaa Ayo Yayo! Ayo you off parole now, nigga! LET'S GOOOOO! Ha haaa Ayo, man, these niggas musta forgot, man Nigga we run the streets, nigga! G-Unit! Let's go! [Verse 1: Young Buck] We let you niggas pick up the ones, we left you our leftovers (Yea) Shut down your company and murdered your best soldiers (Ha haaaaa) And this the motherfuckin' thanks we get I ain't puttin' out my album till you buy Bank$ shit ([?] it now) Don't be fooled by these rap niggas fake ass jewels They sell a hundred thousand records and they think they cool Where's the rules? (Huh?!) My little girl watchin' the tube and she don't need to see another nigga kissin' a dude (What the fuck!) BET didn't give us no invitations to the awards It wasn't enough metal detectors at the door, Lord! (YEEEEEEAAAAH!) Don't let this industry injure me I'm tryna see my nephew at least turn 23 Live to the day they let Larry Hoover free, (What?!) So all you rap niggas better get used to me (OKAAAY!) Let's take it back Yayo to where it used to be (HEEEEEEEEEEEY!) G-U-N-I-T, holla back! (Yeah!) [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] Niggas thought I fell off, my album did 700 So fuck a five-fifty, I'm in a 600! Level-4 Vest got the .50 on me And if I ever go broke, I spend 50's money Nigga fresh off tour, from Sweden to Germany Chill on my dick so these hoes ain't burnin' me Bentley flyin' spur, interior burgundy Bulletproof truck, in case you cowards try to murder me Jail house is packed ain't no empty cells And I'm tryna make a half a mill, off of 12-12s My little mouse gun hold 12 shells And if we get locked up, we postin' 12 bails Antiques, Gucci Sneaks, they cost 12 bills And for my next 2 albums I need 12 mill (Yeah!) I'm the MVP, the Most Valuable Playa I'm in your mp3 playa, so hate nigga, yeah! [Interlude: Snoop from "The Wire" & Tony Yayo] My man Tony Yayo, "Finally Off Papers", you hear me? That's "Talk of up top" [echo's] "of New York" Yeah, nigga I ain't pissin' in no more cups, you know what time it is, nigga Yeah, no more cups, none of that, free bird, man Smokin', jokin' and totin' Put yo' wings on, nigga For real, nigga Put yo' wings on Yo Snoop, let 'em know what time it is, man