Oh! Please don't play with the animal (Tony Yayo) 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 (Here we go now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) 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 draws 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 porn stars when they sit on the dick When I was gettin 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 tryin to annoy me He's nothin but another disgruntled employee Been in the game ten years, and he still ain't rich Even his momma upset that he still ain't shit But he keep runnin his yap like I'm a take all that One more word out his mouth I'll push Styles shit back See the nozzle on my trey pound is three inches long And the kick on the four four's is extremely strong With a lil' trey deuce it's like pop, pop Chase his ass up the block till his bitch ass drop And them verses he be kickin, none of 'em hot Cause he ain't got none of that shit he sayin he got And he ain't did none of that shit he sayin he did And I ain't got, time to be talkin bout this shit, fuckin faggot!!!! I gets busy lil' nigga, I run New York Yeah I live in C.T. lil' nigga, but I run New York I don't go to parties lil' nigga, but I run New York And I stay gettin cheese lil' nigga, cause I run New York Yayo tell 'em I run New York My money longer than yours, nigga call your recruits The LOX made more money, in them damn shiny suits The game about sales, drugs and rappin Jada fuck your punch lines, my shirt went platinum Styles 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 pump I'll have Ja Rule buried, in some high heel pumps Vest up in the bulletproof man fuck that Homie shoot up my whip all you leave is a scratch Yo I flip cocaine in your project lobby And beat you with my pistol like Kane did Chauncey It's T.O.N.Y. Y.A.Y.O My whole click got dough my hoes on the fly home G4's, we fly on leers And my rocks lookin like, flashlights in my ears nigga When I'm in D.C. 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 V.A. I tell niggas guess what I run New York When I'm in N.C. niggas holla at me cause I run New York Yayo tell 'em I run New York Yo who the fuck told this lil' nigga he can talk to me like that?!! If I catch him I'll bawl him up and roll him somewhere, ha ha ha ha!!!! Dee! Waah! wanna talk to me?! wanna tell me what's goin on? You want me to service him for real cause I'll service him! I'll murder!!!! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!! Hey! Hey 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!!! Awww nigga you in the red, you owe money nigga!!! Awww man!!!! Now why you made me put your business in the streets! 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 it a secret nigga These niggas I'm supossed to beef with!? Awww man!!!! This fight is fixed, you've been set up! Ha ha ha!!! That's what he 'gon say they set me up man I ain't know the nigga was gonna do that Ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!

Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies Oh, and when I hit the block, I still will kill And I don't want, nigga, but I will if I got to kill If niggas get to fuckin' around (yeah) If niggas get to fuckin' around Respect come from admiration and fear You can admire me if you can catch one in your wig You see the Testarossa, the toaster's right on my lap So if a nigga get out of line, a nigga get clapped I got an arsenal, a infantry, I'm built for this mentally That's why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to do Front on me now, nigga, I'll be the end of you Forget ya enemies and think of what'cha friends'll do I drop a bag off, then let a mag off The Heckler & Koch'll tear half of your ass off I'm not for the games, I'm not for all the playin' The hollow tips rain when I unleash the pain Get the message from the lions or get the message from the nine Paint a picture wit' words, you can see when I shine Put my back on the wall, nigga, watch me go for mine I let 21 shots off at the same time, yeah Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies Oh, and when I hit the block, I still will kill And I don't want, nigga, but I will if I got to kill If niggas get to fuckin' around If niggas get to fuckin' around Where I'm from, death is always in the air homie Nana love me, so you know she say my prayers for me I come creepin' through the hood wearin' Teflon Hit the corners motherfuckers get left on Niggas know, if not, they better check my background Try and stick me, I fill ya back wit' MAC rounds Ask 'Preme, nigga, 50 don't back down I keep it funky like fiends in a crack house Cross the line, boy, I'ma air your ass out Screw ya face at me, I wan' know what that's 'bout Nigga, I know you ain't mad, I done came up And if you are, fuck you 'cause I ain't change up The O.G.'s wanna talk, but I don't know these niggas And I ain't did no business wit' 'em, I don't owe these niggas A minute of my time, I get it 'cause I grind All across the globe like the world's mine, yeah Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies Oh, and when I hit the block, I still will kill And I don't want, nigga, but I will if I got to kill If niggas get to fuckin' around If niggas get to fuckin' around (Konvict) Now tell me, have you ever looked up at an instance And seen a MAC aimin' at'cha head, mayne? Before you know what life is flashin' and reminiscin' Your body is drippin' and full of lead, mayne I done been there, I done cocked that It ain't never been a question, I'm 'bout that Don't go there, you can cock that And if you plan to fuck around then reroute that You'll never catch me ridin' around on these streets Without a couple metal pieces under my feet Fully automatic weapons and loaded wit' dumb-d's Stashed up under the carpet like a can of Seabreeze 50 don't make me ride on these niggas 'Cause I will kill, dip and hide on these niggas 50 don't make me ride on these niggas 'Cause I'll be long gone like the Ripper So don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies Oh, and when I hit the block, I still will kill And I don't want, nigga, but I will if I got to kill If niggas get to fuckin' around If niggas get to fuckin' around

You just be fucking for free You just be fucking to fuck You might end up in the sheets But you never end up in love She like to twerk and sweep it up (sweep it up) Your honey's just a bunch of ones (yeah) She quick to take her panties off (splat) You rich, you might be on to sum She be non-stop looking for a baller Wanna kinda spend this money on her (whoo) Tryna fork a million to a porsche Girls it's a shame, girl it's a shame How you got all these bodies Still ain't got nobody How you got all these bodies Still ain't got nobody How you got all these bodies Still ain't got nobody You out here livin' like a thottie That's why you ain't got nobody You just be fucking for free You just be fucking to fuck You might end up in the sheets But you never end up in love That's why you got all these bodies Still ain't got nobody How you got all these bodies Still ain't got nobody Nobody, yeah Hard nigga, you call a fan Screw currency, blur all your prayers Boy suck a dick, son fuck a bitch Saw all the money here shawty gonna get I tell 'em fuck 'em, if you fuck make 'em pay for it Have you ride through Atlanta in a RAV4 You ain't even have to trick to get a blow job And still all y'all here wanna taste for it Okay, she ridin' the dick like a skateboard That mean a pussy-mo nigga have to pay for it When we ride in the 5, better hotbox With some dick all in her face like botox Okay I skeet on her buttock Convertible, what-not See me doin' donuts, in front of the bus stop You try to get cussed out or worse get bust on See why she don't claim you as the dick she fucked on How you got all these bodies Still ain't got nobody How you got all these bodies Still ain't got nobody How you got all these bodies Still ain't got nobody You out here livin' like a thottie That's why you ain't got nobody Nobody, no You just be fucking for free You just be fucking to fuck You might end up in the sheets But you never end up in love That's why you got all these bodies Still ain't got nobody How you got all these bodies Still ain't got nobody Nobody, yeah Look what you done How you come, always sound like you stab the alarm Nigga just hit it and live It ain't no different wit' me No, it ain't no feelin's wit' me But she gon' still let me beat She gon' do that anyway First she only fuckin' wit' ya if ya got a check, then she wanna be broke up So every time she get to talkin' bout relationships, that's when I don't talk You been out here runnin' game for so long So girl it's a shame, girl it's a shame How you got all these bodies Still ain't got nobody How you got all these bodies Still ain't got nobody How you got all these bodies Still ain't got nobody You out here livin' like a thottie That's why ain't got nobody Nobody, no You just be fucking for free You just be fucking to fuck You might end up in the sheets But you never end up in love That's why you got all these bodies Still ain't got nobody How you got all these bodies Still ain't got nobody Nobody, yeah Baby why you always trippin' Why you silly niggas trippin' Real niggas only be tippin' Real niggas only be tippin' Baby why you always trippin' Why you silly niggas trippin' Real niggas only be tippin' Real niggas only be tippin' Baby why you always trippin' Why you silly niggas trippin' Real niggas only be tippin' Real niggas only be tippin' Baby why you always trippin' Why you silly niggas trippin' Real niggas only be tippin' Real niggas only be tippin'

Oh yeah Look at you, you lil' dirty ass nigga you ain't shit Ouuh Bongo By The Way They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing Yeah Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting Look at me now nigga Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out Y'all niggas ain't shit They all act like they ain't know bet they know now I'm up nigga If I ever said fuck you nigga I meant to When you come up how I came up, life's not gentle See that tear in my mama eye, that meant the rent due I prayed on it, God didn't say nothing back Saw that cocaine you had, we turned it to crack Had a couple grams of diesel, we was just tryna make it A brown sheepskin on, niggas was tryna' take it You know the kind of drama that come with the leather bomber Niggas try to jump you gotta stay with the lama Suckers shit niggas get shot over some nah, nah If niggas want problems I'm sayin' this no problem I catch 'em on the late night and dearly depart 'em Look back Look where we started from It's all the beginning They ain't tell me why we come this far Now they feel it in the air When it's 2AM and the sky is filled with stars Driving down the boulevard I remember when... They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing Yeah Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting Look at me now nigga Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out Y'all niggas ain't shit They all act like they ain't know bet they know now I'm up nigga I remember all the shit you said to me 'cause it hurt me Then it helped me 'cause then I was down to do the dirt See the knots in my pockets boy, I go the cash route I see you with your skinny jeans, punk, with your ass out And I got all kind of money now Look what you made me Got a different type of temper, man a nigga get crazy My A.P. look like I done dipped it in water, hard Like me when I done dipped in your daughter (GOD!) From playin' with Hot Wheels to collecting cars That shit in the duPont REGISTRY's in my yard Somehow the bullshit shifted Now the motherfuckers calling me gifted And I be like Look back Look where we started from It's all the beginning They ain't tell me why we come this far Now they feel it in the air When it's 2AM and the sky is filled with stars Driving down the boulevard I remember when... They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing Yeah Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting Look at me now nigga Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out Y'all niggas ain't shit They all act like they ain't know bet they know now I'm up nigga