Lyrics:
We run this, run this, run this
We run this city, city
We'll wear you down, down
Until you're weak and weary, weary
We got it all
But we gon' take
know it don't stop
Now I'm on a remix, better run and call the cops
You're 'bout to drop a brick and motherfucker better not
We 'bout to run the city
Yo
I got the bitches in the crib
And bitches in the whip
They give me la mamá de la' mamá' de la' mamá' de la' mamá'
And every single time
I pull up
the city)
Kill the competition, no pity (no pity)
Me and Kendrick 'bout to run shit ('bout to run shit)
We don't say we did shit 'cause we done shit (done
niggas that died in tha room
Double tha cup and I clutch on this tool
Fuck up the city she come by tha two
Ain't no discussion don't play by tha rules
it to the game before it's halftime
Ten stacks for the seats or you can have mine
Never seated by a snitch, they give me bad vibes
Pop a bottle
alive
But I only like dead rappers
Compare me to the best rappers who died
And you rappers I used to look up to
I gotta cancel you now
Like Simon
I'm juugin' up pounds, I'm breakin' down midget
I got the birds, pigeons (I got the pigeons)
They know who the fuck run the city (Nawfside)
I might
now, ooh, the humanity"
"Now, with the help and support of the woman I love."
"Urging the people to evacuate the city as Martians approach."
his mama he'll be gone for a while
And she cried, still they just put him inside
Now she all on her own because her other son died
Listen
red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in a hoodie, walking through the neighborhood he
Didn't do
if there was no Preme
There was no cat
And the game was run by Prince and run by Pat
It's the killa season
Who the fuck need a reason
These faggot
This city run by politicians
So corrupt you won't believe
This city run by gangsters
Cars, and damage like you'll never see
This city run by chaos
and your sister from the jailhouse (jailhouse)
When you died, I was doin' time, I couldn't bail out (bail out)
Sometimes my stomach be hurtin' right by my
of the party, mm-hmm, that I almost cried, mm-mm
It's the life of the party, to think I could've almost died
Lord, help us
Hey, Miss Donda
You run into my
just won a couple hundred, off a Side bet
I remember buying 4x4s from Wendy's, letting my Bread stack
I'm still my mama baby, even though I'm her Oldest
anti-social (?)
Run up on your mama puttin' money in her hand
And you do that shit again and again and again
Pull up in the 8, goin' home with a 10
And you
Litty
Bikelyfe X We Run The City
Yeah yeah we ride you see the X we ride it’s What -U- Need we ride YOU KNOW!!
All my niggas bike LYFE 4 wheelers dirt
(master p chorus)
Feel my pain, feel my pain
This ghetto got me goin through some thangs
God feel my pain. (x4)
(fiend talking)
There comes
(master p chorus)
Feel my pain, feel my pain
This ghetto got me goin through some thangs
God feel my pain. (x4)
(fiend talking)
There comes
were moving could of died like every night
And I ain’t even scared but what mama finna say
If she go to grab the phone they tell her hurry undela
Now she
always had my back
So I had to let you know your son appreciates that, Big Mama
[Chorus: x2]
on the table
Mama's workin' and know mama's able
I've gotta run run run run
I'm Superwoman
Flying through the city
There's only one way to make baby go and get
him he wants to be free
He's got no one trying to help him or to save me
Raised by family but not his mom
Bobby at a young age was banished to Guam
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