Young Buck
We Run These Streets
[Intro: Young Buck]
Ha haaaaa
Ayo Yayo!
Ayo you off parole now, n***a!
LET'S GOOOOO!
Ha haaa
Ayo, man, these n***as musta forgot, man
N***a we run the streets, n***a!
G-Unit!
Let's go!
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
We let you n***as pick up the ones, we left you our leftovers (Yea)
Shut down your company and murdered your best soldiers (Ha haaaaa)
And this the motherfuckin' thanks we get
I ain't puttin' out my album till you buy Bank$ shit ([?] it now)
Don't be fooled by these rap n***as fake ass jewels
They sell a hundred thousand records and they think they cool
Where's the rules? (Huh?!)
My little girl watchin' the tube and she don't need to see another n***a kissin' a dude (What the fuck!)
BET didn't give us no invitations to the awards
It wasn't enough metal detectors at the door, Lord! (YEEEEEEAAAAH!)
Don't let this industry injure me
I'm tryna see my nephew at least turn 23
Live to the day they let Larry Hoover free, (What?!)
So all you rap n***as better get used to me (OKAAAY!)
Let's take it back Yayo to where it used to be (HEEEEEEEEEEEY!)
G-U-N-I-T, holla back! (Yeah!)
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
N***as thought I fell off, my album did 700
So fuck a five-fifty, I'm in a 600!
Level-4 Vest got the .50 on me
And if I ever go broke, I spend 50's money
N***a fresh off tour, from Sweden to Germany
Chill on my dick so these hoes ain't burnin' me
Bentley flyin' spur, interior burgundy
Bulletproof truck, in case you cowards try to murder me
Jail house is packed ain't no empty cells
And I'm tryna make a half a mill, off of 12-12s
My little mouse gun hold 12 shells
And if we get locked up, we postin' 12 bails
Antiques, Gucci Sneaks, they cost 12 bills
And for my next 2 albums I need 12 mill (Yeah!)
I'm the MVP, the Most Valuable Playa
I'm in your mp3 playa, so hate n***a, yeah!
[Interlude: Snoop from "The Wire" & Tony Yayo]
My man Tony Yayo, "Finally Off Papers", you hear me?
That's "Talk of up top" [echo's] "of New York"
Yeah, n***a I ain't pissin' in no more cups, you know what time it is, n***a
Yeah, no more cups, none of that, free bird, man
Smokin', jokin' and totin'
Put yo' wings on, n***a
For real, n***a
Put yo' wings on
Yo Snoop, let 'em know what time it is, man