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lirik lagu i run new york – tony yayo

[mike epps:]
yayo!

[starts off with the beat of mobb deep’s: “cobra”.]

[intro: 50 cent {dj whoo kid}]
oooh! grrr! {can’t forget…}
please, don’t play witta animal!
yeah! {jay sherr!}

[chorus 1: 50 cent]
the walls have ears lil’ n-gg- {ty one!} – i run new york!
even when i ain’t there lil’ n-gg- – i run new york!
i said the walls have ears lil’ n-gg- – i hear when you talk! {mixtapes… uk-dot-com}
let’s get this sh-t clear lil’ n-gg- – i run new york! (yayo: “i run new york! here we go, now! “)

[50 cent:]
i wake up – stare at the ceilin’,
i’m alive – what a beautiful feelin’. (whoooo!)
i put my vest on right after i put on my drawers,
it’s a habit i’m always [gun c-cks] prepared for war. [gun c-cks] (yeah!)
see my life’s like some sh-t, you seen in a flick.
b-tches act like p-rnstars when they sit on a d-ck, (yayo: “c’mon! “)
when i was h-t and out the game i said: “one more flick! ”
test my aim in the range i’m like: “one more clip! ” [gunshot] {whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
it’s my brain, i’m insane, i be on some sh-t. {kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
man i run interscope – jada’s tryna annoy me!
nuthin’ but another disgruntled employee, (hahaha!)
he been in the game 10 years – and he still ain’t rich.
even his mama upset that he still ain’t sh-t,
and he keep runnin’ his yap, like i’m a take all that.
one more word out his mouth i’ll push style’s sh-t back. {whoooo! d-mn!}
see the nozzle on my tre pound is 3” inches long,
and the trigger on the fo’-fo’s extremly strong. [gunshot]
with a little tre douche is like: “pop! [shot] pop! ” [shot]
chase his -ss up the block
’til his b-tch -ss drop. {whoooo!}
and the verses he be kickin’ – none of ’em hot,
cause he ain’t got none of that sh-t he says: “he got.”
and he ain’t did – none of that sh-t he said he did,
and i ain’t got – time to be talkin’ ’bout this sh-t. – f-ckin’ f-ggot! haha!

[chorus 2: 50 cent]
i guess it’s easy to see lil’ n-gg- – i run new york! {i am what i am!}
yeah, i live in ct lil’ n-gg- – but i run new york! {mixtape! g-unit sneakers!}
and i don’t go to parties lil’ n-gg- – but i run new york! {reebok! can’t forget…}
and i stay gettin’ cs lil’ n-gg- – cause i run new york! {fact the rats!}
(yayo, tell ’em i run new york!)

[tony yayo:]
my gun is longer than yours – n-gg-, call your recouster, lox
made more money – than them thin tiny suits. (bling!)
the game around south – drugs and rappin’,
jada f-ckin’ punchlines – my serp went platinum. [gunshot] {what?}
style’s and sheek louch – went double plastic.
yayo, buck and bank$ is puttin’ out cl-ssics. [shot]
a “100 shots, a 100 clips”, [gun c-cks] y’all “ready 2 die”,
fat joe ain’t a gangsta – he scared to fly! (here we go!)
automatic mossberg, who want a piece of this pump? [gunshot]
i had ja rule buried – and some high heel punk.
feds stuck in a bulletproof – man f-ck that!
homie, shoot up my whip; all you leave is a scratch! (bring it down now!)
yo! i flip cocaine in your project lobby,
and beat you with’ my pistol like – [gun c-cks] kane did chauncey. [gun c-cks]
it’s t-o-n-y, y-a-y-o!
my whole clique got dough – my o’s on the fly hole! (50: “hahaha! “)
g-4s, we fly on lears,
and my rocks lookin’ like – flashlights yo’ benz. – n-gg-!

[chorus (3.): 50 cent]
when i’m down in d.c. lil’ n-gg- – i tell ’em – i run new york!
when i’m out in philly lil’ homie, i run new york! {can’t forget: lloyd bank$!}
when i’m in v.a. i tell n-gg-z guess what {djs!} – i run new york! {whoooo, kiiiiid!}
when i’m in n.c. n-gg-z holla at the moon – cause i run new york! {tony yayo! “raw-n-uncut”!}
(yayo tell ’em i run new york!) {g-unit radio!}

[outro: 50 cent]
now who the f-ck told that lil’ n-gg- he can talk to me like that?
catch my bottle up and roll him somewhere.
hahahaha! {haha!}
dee, waah wanna talk to me, wanna tell me what’s goin’ on!
want me to serve him somethin’ for real, cause i’ll serves…
i’ll murder.
hahahaha! [gunshot]
‘ey!
‘ey get puffy on the phone!
tell him i said…
tell the n-gg- puffy i said get out the mirror for a second let me talk to him!
haha!
puffy da only n-gg- a m-th-f-cka props!
tell him: “i want buy the n-gg- jadakiss pokes.”
n-gg- still ain’t a coupe. {whooooo} [gunshot]
ah, n-gg-, you in da way!
you owe money, n-gg-! {haha!}
aw, man!
now why you make me put yo’ bidness in da street?!
now n-gg-z know you ain’t sh-t!
d-mn! {tony yayo!}
i see yo’ monkey -ss in da paper!
cause you ain’t returnin’ them jewels you borrowed! {haha!}
you better give ’em back!
you dirty n-gg-.
ain’t none of that sh-t you be wearin’ yours. [gunshot] {whooooo!}
hahaha! {p. blackk!}
we coulda kept this secret, n-gg-.
these n-gg-z i’m supposed to beef with’?!
aw, man!
this fight is fixed! {ammo}
you been set up.
hahahaha! [gunshot]
that’s what he gonna say: “they set me up, man.” {whoooo!}
i ain’t even go through that…
hahaha! {d-mn!} [gunshot] [beat stops]

- tony yayo

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