[Intro: 50 Cent]
Oh!
Rrrrrr
Please (Yea) don't play with the animal

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
The walls have ears lil' n***a, I run New York
Even when I ain't there lil' n***a, I run New York
I said the walls have ears lil' n***a, I hear when you talk
Let's get this shit clear lil' n***a, I run New York

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
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 drawers
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 pornstars when they sit on a dick
When I was hit and 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 tryna annoy me
Nuthin' but another disgruntled employee
He been in the game ten years and he still ain't rich
Even his mama upset that he still ain't shit
And he keep runnin his yap, like I'ma take all that
One more word out his mouth I'll push Style's shit back
See the nozzle on my tre pound is three inches long
And the trigger on the fo' fo's extremly strong
With a little tre douche is like pop, pop
Chase his ass up the block til 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 talkin 'bout this shit, (fuckin' faggot)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I guess it's easy to see lil' n***a, I run New York
Yeah I live in CT lil' n***a, but I run New York
And I don't go to parties lil' n***a, but I run New York
And I stay gettin cheese lil' n***a, cos I run New York
(Yayo, tell 'em I run New York)

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
My gun is longer than yours, n***a, call your recruits
LOX made more money, in them damn shiny suits
The game around south, drugs and rappin
Jada fuck your punchlines, my shirt went platinum
Style's 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 punk
I have Ja Rule buried in some high heel pumps
Vested up in a bullet-proof, man fuck that
Homie, shoot up my whip, you only leave a scratch
Yo, I slip cocaine, in your project lobby
And beat you wit my pistol like Caine did Chauncey
It's T.O.N.Y. Y.A.Y.O
My whole clique got dough,my Os on the fly hole
C4s, we fly on linz
And my rocks lookin like flash lights in my ears n***a
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
When I'm down in DC lil' n***a, I tell 'em, I run New York
When I'm out in Philly lil' homie, I run New York
When I'm in VA I tell n***as guess what, I run New York
I'm in NC n***as holla at the moon, cos I run New York
(Yayo tell 'em I run New York)

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yo who the fuck told this lil' n***a he can talk to me like that?!
Catch him I'll ball him up and roll him somewhere
Ha ha ha hah
Dee! Waah!
Wan' talk to me?!
Wan' tell me what's goin' on?
You want me to service him for real 'cause I'll service
I'll murder!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha! ay!
Ay get Puffy on the phone!
Tell him I said
Tell that n***a Puffy I said "get out the mirror for a second let me talk to him"
Puffy own the n***a motherfuckin' publishing!
Tell him I wanna buy the n***a Jadakiss publishing!
N***a still ain't recoup!
Aww n***a you in the red!
You owe money n***a!
Awww man!
Now why you make me put your business in the street!
Now n***as 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 n***a
Ain't none of that shit you be wearin yours!
Ha ha ha!
We could've kept this secret n***a
These n***as I'm supposed to beef with?!
Awww man!
This fight is fixed
You been set up!
Ha ha hah!
That's what he 'gon say "they set me up, man
I ain't know a n***a was gon' do that"
Ha ha hah