we run this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit {*"Watch out!! We run New York" - KRS-One*} A wise man told me
they not on safety Play my courts like gods like something like AC Understudy of a Pun drop, [? ] and the Jay-Zs Niggas hate me, take three, try to stop me
me Tell Mr. Romney I got a pistol on me And vocab that moves more like a vicious army And these bitches will never disarm me Calm me down mami I'm a human
so words you don't get to me! (don't get to me!) I'm one of the nicest niggaz with words in history (history!) UH! - A' Army solo on my "Armani" polo!
.] Fresh new SuperCut Lex, you the best out now with bitch hair Greedhead this year! Scott Bakula, elliptical sliding Barbie's too ghetto, I am too mellow Shout out Sweaty Eddie, drop out
I be marching like a soldier, and my army right behind me On that Westbank is where a nigga, might find me Fucking with me boy, you gon get your ish-a
[Hell Razah:] She swallow two Extra, two Beck's, show me her new breasts Baby girl, model and shit, pushing that new Lex' Strip in the back of the club
on my shoulders, money, diamonds and drugs They go from broke and don't get choked out, let my locs out Dulo gang rida doped out, with a smoke out I'm
to ya in a basket wrapped in plastic Im looney All these model chicks wanna do me Tabloids tried to screw me Magazines try to kill me But im nasty Too
me Buildin' is me, make a killin' to this country Catch me in the cut with my army, rockin' Tommy Saddam couldn't Desert Storm me Put a bomb where you