[Verse 1]
Back on the block, n***a, chains on the rocks, n***a
Used to move yay, I should throw up the Roc, n***a
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 sh**, that open the bag spliff
Coke in your lungs, a muthaf**in monster is what I’ve become
Balls hotter than Pablo Escobar’s stove
Got the Venice Queensbridge Escobar flow so..
Brat! Brat brat! 50 rounds’ll knock you n***as down
Ben Affleck from The Town. This is my town n***a
King, mayor, all that. n***as 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**h, everything else all-black
Eyes low, 75 eighths, black Wall hat
Red Album, n***a, everything else all-black
[Hook]
n***as keep saying that they run this town
They don’t run this town, n***a I run this town
n***as keep playing when we come around
I run them down, they wanted now
n***as keep saying that they run this town
They don’t run this town, n***a I run this town
n***as keep playing I hunt em down
Gun ‘em down, yeah a hundred rounds
[Verse 2]
n***as better break bread and n***as better play dead
I step in front of the beam and take it off of Dre head
Everything’s straight red: my b**h, my car, the tip of my cigar
My Philly hat, my scarf
Y’all n***as pushing light weight
Ryan Russell n***as falling down, tryna put a hand up in my face
The f**ing boosters in danger, ain’t a mic safe
Mike Bibby, Mike Vick, n***a, Mike Jake
4th album, cause I do my sh** the right way
And like Dre the fans gon wait, so have a nice day
I’mma have a nice b**h 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** the world up, n***a, I’m an oil spill
In the foriegn wheel, paint job orange peel, nothin’ like Pica**o, b**h
But I draw steel
[Hook]
n***as keep saying that they run this town
They don’t run this town, n***a I run this town
n***as keep playing when we come around
I run them down, they wanted now
n***as keep saying that they run this town
They don’t run this town, n***a I run this town
n***as keep playing I hunt em down
Gun ‘em down, yeah a hundred rounds
[Verse 3]
I ain’t never gave no f**, why would I start now?
Everytime I get on the track, it’s black hawk down
I declare war, pulling n***as’ cars now
And I ain’t gotta f** 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 bu*t a n***a in the grill, try to floss now
I set the bridge on fire – try to cross now
Still f** Benzino, I don’t care who run The Source now
I got magazines inside of magazines
Walk up, laid everybody on the porch down
k** 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