[Verse 1 - The Game]
Back on the block, n****, chains on the rocks, n****
Used to move yay, I should throw up the Roc, n****
Back with the Doc, so I just throw up the Mag
Up 2 fingers: they don't get the ski mask!
This is body bag s***, that open the bag spliff
c**e in your lungs, a m****f-ckin monster is what I've become
b**** hotter than Pablo Escobar's stove
Got the Venice Queensbridge Escobar flow so..
Brat! Brat brat! 50 rounds'll knock you n***** down
Ben Affleck from The Town. This is my town n****
King, mayor, all that. n***** better fall back
Bullets in your ballcap. P-U-S-S-Y: that's what I call cats
Hardcore, die today if it brought Biggie Smalls back
Eyes low, 75 eighths, black war hat
Red Album, b****, everything else all-black
Eyes low, 75 eighths, black Wall hat
Red Album, n****, everything else all-black
[Hook]
n***** keep saying that they run this town
They don't run this town, n**** I run this town
n***** keep playing when we come around
I run them down, they wanted now
n***** keep saying that they run this town
They don't run this town, n**** I run this town
n***** keep playing I hunt em down
Gun 'em down, yeah a hundred rounds
[Verse 2 - The Game]
n***** better break bread and n***** better play dead
I step in front of the beam and take it off of Dre head
Everything's straight red: my b****, my car, the tip of my cigar
My Philly hat, my scarf
Y'all n***** pushing light weight
Ryan Russell n***** falling down, tryna put a hand up in my face
The f-cking boosters in danger, ain't a mic safe
Mike Bibby, Mike Vick, n****, Mike Jake
4th album, cause I do my s*** the right way
And like Dre the fans gon wait, so have a nice day
I'mma have a nice b**** sitting in the white 6
Coldest rapper alive: I write with an ice pick
And I'm write sick, meaning that my bars ill
Bout to f-ck the world up, n****, I'm an oil spill
In the foriegn wheel, paint job orange peel, nothin' like Picasso, b****
But I draw steel
[Hook]
n***** keep saying that they run this town
They don't run this town, n**** I run this town
n***** keep playing when we come around
I run them down, they wanted now
n***** keep saying that they run this town
They don't run this town, n**** I run this town
n***** keep playing I hunt em down
Gun 'em down, yeah a hundred rounds
[Verse 3 - The Game]
I ain't never gave no fu-k, why would I start now?
Everytime I get on the track, it's black hawk down
I declare war, pulling n*****' cars now
And I ain't gotta f-ck Sarah Palin to lay the law down
Birds: knock em all down
You could push record now
Used to ball like Chris Paul, I'm John Ward now
Still bang Dogg Pound, I don't like how y'all sound
Gun b*** a n**** in the grill, try to floss now
I set the bridge on fire - try to cross now
Still f-ck Benzino, I don't care who run The Source now
I got magazines inside of magazines
Walk up, laid everybody on the porch down
Kill the drums, cause the track is a corpse now
Spread my fingers when I chew ? from Georgetown
Think it's a movie than it's AI Georgetown
But if it ain't a ?
I'm busting with the 4 pounds
Back on the block, n****, chains on the rocks, n****
Used to move yay, I should throw up the Roc, n****
Back with the Doc, so I just throw up the Mag
Up 2 fingers: they don't get the ski mask!
This is body bag s***, that open the bag spliff
c**e in your lungs, a m****f-ckin monster is what I've become
b**** hotter than Pablo Escobar's stove
Got the Venice Queensbridge Escobar flow so..
Brat! Brat brat! 50 rounds'll knock you n***** down
Ben Affleck from The Town. This is my town n****
King, mayor, all that. n***** better fall back
Bullets in your ballcap. P-U-S-S-Y: that's what I call cats
Hardcore, die today if it brought Biggie Smalls back
Eyes low, 75 eighths, black war hat
Red Album, b****, everything else all-black
Eyes low, 75 eighths, black Wall hat
Red Album, n****, everything else all-black
[Hook]
n***** keep saying that they run this town
They don't run this town, n**** I run this town
n***** keep playing when we come around
I run them down, they wanted now
n***** keep saying that they run this town
They don't run this town, n**** I run this town
n***** keep playing I hunt em down
Gun 'em down, yeah a hundred rounds
[Verse 2 - The Game]
n***** better break bread and n***** better play dead
I step in front of the beam and take it off of Dre head
Everything's straight red: my b****, my car, the tip of my cigar
My Philly hat, my scarf
Y'all n***** pushing light weight
Ryan Russell n***** falling down, tryna put a hand up in my face
The f-cking boosters in danger, ain't a mic safe
Mike Bibby, Mike Vick, n****, Mike Jake
4th album, cause I do my s*** the right way
And like Dre the fans gon wait, so have a nice day
I'mma have a nice b**** sitting in the white 6
Coldest rapper alive: I write with an ice pick
And I'm write sick, meaning that my bars ill
Bout to f-ck the world up, n****, I'm an oil spill
In the foriegn wheel, paint job orange peel, nothin' like Picasso, b****
But I draw steel
[Hook]
n***** keep saying that they run this town
They don't run this town, n**** I run this town
n***** keep playing when we come around
I run them down, they wanted now
n***** keep saying that they run this town
They don't run this town, n**** I run this town
n***** keep playing I hunt em down
Gun 'em down, yeah a hundred rounds
[Verse 3 - The Game]
I ain't never gave no fu-k, why would I start now?
Everytime I get on the track, it's black hawk down
I declare war, pulling n*****' cars now
And I ain't gotta f-ck Sarah Palin to lay the law down
Birds: knock em all down
You could push record now
Used to ball like Chris Paul, I'm John Ward now
Still bang Dogg Pound, I don't like how y'all sound
Gun b*** a n**** in the grill, try to floss now
I set the bridge on fire - try to cross now
Still f-ck Benzino, I don't care who run The Source now
I got magazines inside of magazines
Walk up, laid everybody on the porch down
Kill the drums, cause the track is a corpse now
Spread my fingers when I chew ? from Georgetown
Think it's a movie than it's AI Georgetown
But if it ain't a ?
I'm busting with the 4 pounds