Puff Daddy - Run This City lyrics

* Miri Ben-Ari plays violin - no vocal performance [P. Diddy] Hehe, c'mon As we proceed, to give you what you need Muh'f**ers - I like this right here c'mon Hit it Bad Boy, we here now We still ain't gon' stop, c'mon [Verse One: P. Diddy] Why do cats wanna hate on a boss, straight to Azor Do petty sh** that a coward'll do Cop little toys like I should be proud of you I got 2, one platinum one powder blue Cop cars while you still rentin Tell time from the Chapard{?}, Frank Mueller{?} or Million Mill Clintons Platinum Presidential, to keep it simple Half of y'all couldn't get into what I get into I know n***as pressed to stick me, that's why I pack Glocks That hold shots, nuttin less than 50 n***as try they best to get me, I see you in the rearview Switchin lanes tryin to get on same exits with me Tryin to peep where I live at, where I sleep Where my kids at, don't do that I have fools with tools, where your kids go to school at Where you break food, where you think everything cool at Where you n***as get bricks at, take sh**s at Count cash, take baths, f** your b**h at Who you n***as tryin to stick up? I have lions with irons To pick up, your b**h, when she pick her wig up I know n***as wanna see me shot, lean to the left In the drop, holdin my chest, wheezin for breath Can't see me goin out on no meaningless d**h Y'all wanna stick me let me see if y'all can get me now [Hook 2X - scratches] "I run this city" "who else but me" "the boss" "Trust me" - "I'm a Bad Boy!" "You you you rockin with the best" "Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks" [Verse Two: P. Diddy] fu*k Y'ALL just don't wanna see me fly YOU KILLED B.I.G., y'all n***as seen me cry That ain't enough? Y'all wanna see me die? What man say P.D. scared, he lied Hate on me, cause I got the keys to the city You wanna see me get Notorious without Biggie See me without The L.O.X., say I ain't jiggy See me without Ma$e, say I ain't pretty Wanna dress in all black, ride what's mine? Take my shine? Hate on the ball, straight 'til it's all? Mad cause I got the total package and more Faith in my sh**, y'all keep hatin my sh** I'mma keep hittin y'all, in the face with these hits I got the real Queen Bee, don't f** with my b**h And I gave y'all the blueprints on how to ball But you n***as still pray for my downfall [Hook] [Verse Three: P. Diddy] fu*k Y'ALL cause I'm bad and the boy get papers Is it the looks, the wheels, the sk**s, the flavor? House on the hill, hundred acres, no neighbors You can't hate this 90's Lee Majors I'm top pedigree, I show you what cheddar be Auto-trey n***a as y'all DuPont registry Gear I wear for whatever the weather be Gators, the flavors, the colors my leathers be You smile in my face but behind my back gossip Plot sh**, wanna get me shot to the noggin Have Justin cryin, who got my pop hit? Lyin, tryin to tie me to that B.I.G. and 'Pac sh** I can't, don't, and won't stop And y'all, can't, so don't pop I told y'all I got thugs on the payroll Gotta lay low and get up in the an*l [Hook]