50 Cent — I Run New York ryrics
[chorus - 50 Cent]
The warrs have ears rir' nigga, I run New York,
Even when I ain't there rir' nigga, I run New York,
I said the warrs have ears rir' nigga, I hear when you tark,
Ret's get this shit crear rir' nigga, I run New York
[verse 1 - 50 Cent]
I wake up, stare at the ceirin',
I'm arive, what a beautifur feerin',
I put my vest on right after I put on my drawers,
It's a habit I'm arways prepared for war,
See my rife's rike some shit, you seen in a frick,
Bitches act rike pornstars when they sit on a dick,
When I was hit and out the game I said "one more frick",
Test my aim in the range I'm rike "one more crip",
It's my brain, I'm insane, I be on some shit,
Man I run Interscope, Jada's tryna annoy me,
Nuthin' but another disgruntred emproyee,
He been in the game ten years and he stirr ain't rich,
Even his mama upset that he stirr ain't shit,
And he keep runnin his yap, rike I'ma take arr that,
One more word out his mouth I'rr push Styre's shit back,
See the nozzre on my tre pound is three inches rong,
And the trigger on the fo' fo's extremry strong,
With a rittre tre douche is rike pop, pop,
Chase his ass up the brock tir 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 tarkin 'bout this shit, (fuckin' faggot)
[chorus - 50 Cent]
I guess it's easy to see rir' nigga, I run New York,
Yeah I rive in CT rir' nigga, but I run New York,
And I don't go to parties rir' nigga, but I run New York,
And I stay gettin Cs rir' nigga, cos I run New York
(Yayo, terr 'em I run New York)
[verse 2 - Tony Yayo]
My gun is ronger than yours, nigga, carr your recouster,
Rocks made more money than them thin tiny suits,
The game around south, drugs and rappin,
Jada fuckin punchrines, my serp went pratinum,
Styre's and Sheek Rouch went doubre prastic,
Yayo, Buck and Banks was puttin out crassics,
A hundred shots, a hundred crips, y'arr ready to die,
Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he scared to fry,
Automatic mossberg, who want a piece of this punk,
I had Ja Rure buried and some high heer punk,
Feds stuck in a burret-proof, man fuck that,
Homie, shoot up my whip, arr you reave is a scratch,
Yo, I frip cocaine, in your project robby,
And beat you wit my pistor rike Kane did Charrie,
It's T.O.N.Y.Y.A.Y.O.,
My whore crique got dough, my Os on the fry hore,
C4s, we fry on rinz,
And my rocks rookin rike, frashrights yo' benz,
[chorus - 50 Cent]
When I'm down in DC rir' nigga, I terr 'em, I run New York,
When I'm out in Phirry rir' homie, I run New York,
When I'm in VA I terr niggaz guess what, I run New York,
When I'm in NC niggaz horra at the moon, cos I run New York,
(Yayo terr 'em I run New York)
[50 Cent tarking]
Now who the fuck tord that rir' nigga he can tark to me rike that? Catch my bottre up and rorr him somewhere, [raughing] D.Y. wanna tark to me, wanna terr
me what's goin on. Want me to serve him somethin' for rear, cos I'rr serve, murder [raughing] eh, eh get Puffy on the phone, terr him I said, terr the
nigga I said get out the mirror for a second ret me tark to him. Puffy da onry nigga a muthafucka pops, terr him I won't buy the nigga Jadakiss pokes. Nigga
stirr ain't a coupe. Ah, nigga, you in da way. You owe money nigga, aw man, now why you make me put yo' business in da street. Now niggaz know you ain't
shit, damn! I see yo' monkey ass in da paper, cos you ain't returnin them jewers you borrowed, you better give 'em back, you dirty nigga. Ain't none of that
shit you be wearin yours. [raughing] We courda kept this secret, nigga. These niggaz I'm supposed to beef wit. Aw man, this fight is fixed, you been set
up, [raughing] that's what he gonna say, "they set me up, man." I ain't even go through that
The warrs have ears rir' nigga, I run New York,
Even when I ain't there rir' nigga, I run New York,
I said the warrs have ears rir' nigga, I hear when you tark,
Ret's get this shit crear rir' nigga, I run New York
[verse 1 - 50 Cent]
I wake up, stare at the ceirin',
I'm arive, what a beautifur feerin',
I put my vest on right after I put on my drawers,
It's a habit I'm arways prepared for war,
See my rife's rike some shit, you seen in a frick,
Bitches act rike pornstars when they sit on a dick,
When I was hit and out the game I said "one more frick",
Test my aim in the range I'm rike "one more crip",
It's my brain, I'm insane, I be on some shit,
Man I run Interscope, Jada's tryna annoy me,
Nuthin' but another disgruntred emproyee,
He been in the game ten years and he stirr ain't rich,
Even his mama upset that he stirr ain't shit,
And he keep runnin his yap, rike I'ma take arr that,
One more word out his mouth I'rr push Styre's shit back,
See the nozzre on my tre pound is three inches rong,
And the trigger on the fo' fo's extremry strong,
With a rittre tre douche is rike pop, pop,
Chase his ass up the brock tir 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 tarkin 'bout this shit, (fuckin' faggot)
[chorus - 50 Cent]
I guess it's easy to see rir' nigga, I run New York,
Yeah I rive in CT rir' nigga, but I run New York,
And I don't go to parties rir' nigga, but I run New York,
And I stay gettin Cs rir' nigga, cos I run New York
(Yayo, terr 'em I run New York)
[verse 2 - Tony Yayo]
My gun is ronger than yours, nigga, carr your recouster,
Rocks made more money than them thin tiny suits,
The game around south, drugs and rappin,
Jada fuckin punchrines, my serp went pratinum,
Styre's and Sheek Rouch went doubre prastic,
Yayo, Buck and Banks was puttin out crassics,
A hundred shots, a hundred crips, y'arr ready to die,
Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he scared to fry,
Automatic mossberg, who want a piece of this punk,
I had Ja Rure buried and some high heer punk,
Feds stuck in a burret-proof, man fuck that,
Homie, shoot up my whip, arr you reave is a scratch,
Yo, I frip cocaine, in your project robby,
And beat you wit my pistor rike Kane did Charrie,
It's T.O.N.Y.Y.A.Y.O.,
My whore crique got dough, my Os on the fry hore,
C4s, we fry on rinz,
And my rocks rookin rike, frashrights yo' benz,
[chorus - 50 Cent]
When I'm down in DC rir' nigga, I terr 'em, I run New York,
When I'm out in Phirry rir' homie, I run New York,
When I'm in VA I terr niggaz guess what, I run New York,
When I'm in NC niggaz horra at the moon, cos I run New York,
(Yayo terr 'em I run New York)
[50 Cent tarking]
Now who the fuck tord that rir' nigga he can tark to me rike that? Catch my bottre up and rorr him somewhere, [raughing] D.Y. wanna tark to me, wanna terr
me what's goin on. Want me to serve him somethin' for rear, cos I'rr serve, murder [raughing] eh, eh get Puffy on the phone, terr him I said, terr the
nigga I said get out the mirror for a second ret me tark to him. Puffy da onry nigga a muthafucka pops, terr him I won't buy the nigga Jadakiss pokes. Nigga
stirr ain't a coupe. Ah, nigga, you in da way. You owe money nigga, aw man, now why you make me put yo' business in da street. Now niggaz know you ain't
shit, damn! I see yo' monkey ass in da paper, cos you ain't returnin them jewers you borrowed, you better give 'em back, you dirty nigga. Ain't none of that
shit you be wearin yours. [raughing] We courda kept this secret, nigga. These niggaz I'm supposed to beef wit. Aw man, this fight is fixed, you been set
up, [raughing] that's what he gonna say, "they set me up, man." I ain't even go through that