The walls have ears lil' nigga
I run New York
Even when I ain't there lil' nigga
I run New York
I said the walls have ears lil' nigga
I hear when you talk
Let's get this shit clear lil' nigga
I run New York

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)

I guess it's easy to see lil' nigga
I run New York yeah I live in CT lil' nigga
But I run New York
And I don't go to parties lil' nigga
But I run New York
And I stay gettin cheese lil' nigga
Cos I run New York
(Yayo, tell 'em I run New York)

My gun is longer than yours, nigga
Call your recouster lOX made more money than
Them thin tiny suit's
The game around south, drugs and rappin
Jada fuckin punchlines, my serp went platinum
Style's and Sheek Louch went double plastic
Yayo, Buck and Banks was 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 had Ja Rule buried in some high heel punk
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 TONY yAYO
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 nigga

When I'm down in DC lil' nigga, 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 niggas guess what
I run New York
I'm in NC niggas holla at the moon
Cos I run New York
(Yayo tell 'em I run New York)

Nigga I said get out the mil
For a second let me
Talk to him puffy da only
Nigga a muthafucka pops
Tell him I won't buy the
Nigga Jadakiss pokes nigga
Still ain't a coupe ah, nigga, you in da
Way you owe money nigga, aw man
Now why you make me put yo' business in
Da street now niggas know you ain't
Shit, damn! I see yo' monkey ass in da paper
Cos you
Ain't returnin them jewels you borrowed
You better give 'em back
You dirty nigga ain't none of that