Lyrics:
Guess we had an awesome run
Ever since I lost my mom, you was like my foster mom
Hold me like your only son
Hold me like the homies in the Chi' when
said she love B.I.G. and she likes Tupac
And when I said Jay-Z she say, "It's the Roc"
I'ma leave it like this, like this like that
Where Brooklyn at?
Niggas ain't have or function like me
Hundred grand chain, you ain't icy like me
R.I.P. to my nigga G-Baby
Got a gun seat behind me like my name Jay-Z
that I didn't leave alone
Somebody lying under every stone
Everything that a man could need
In a bag down by my knee
That looks good, this ain't got
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
You can love me or hate me, Jay-Z
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
Roc-a-Fella
nothin try an spoil this day
To Run, D and Jay it's love and my thug salute
'Cause real love's the only thing that comes above this loot
Carhart
sent
Here to give y'all the truth jAY-Z, call me
Bruh! You still ain't call me
JAY-Z, call me, ay bruh jAY-Z
I know you got killers
Please don't send 'em
three by three, yeah four by four
Hey fellows, better change your ways,
Or they'll be leaving this town in a matter of days,
One day, one day and it
that's what I want you to be
I slap bitches in the face and give em Jay-Z lips
Make them sign their life off so they can pay me chips
I cut hoes so
I didn't leave alone
Somebody lying under every stone
Everything that a man could need
In a bag down by my knee
That looks good, this ain't got
want you to be
You can hump with me that's what I want you to be
[Mr. Kane]
I slap bitches in the face and give em Jay-Z lips
Make them sign their
you ain't into that, we don't give a damn
We're from North California and South Alabama
And little towns all around this land
We can skin a buck
reloaded) go bring Jay-Z
(Tell them him I'ma ghostwrite for him) on Dre's beats
Ran in the ladies' room naked in a blanket
At the banquet and started
a lot of rappers out there tryin' to sound like Jay-Z
I'll help you out, here's what you do
You gonna need a wide lens 'cause that's a very big shoe
store
Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
And he rides with me from town to town
We only run for the money got no strings
Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl
Nighttime would find me in Rosa's Cantina
Music would play and Feleena
nigga, my jeans tight fitted to nigga
Jay-Z what up nigg!
Uh, yeah
Let me fuck with 'em right now
Niggas want to kidnap (kidnap),
Leave me in
found in the alley
Nas and jay-z they were still homies
Squash the beef with ja rule and 50
Benzino shook hands with eminem
And on the same record I
till I can say
"Hey pana, I run this town"
Piragua, piragua
Keep scraping by, piragua
Piragua, piragua
Keep scraping by, piragua
Keep scraping
tried forever more.
You have heard this story told
By the young and by the old
How the Indians killed Venero
On his way to Rocky Run.
Many years have
never got found in the alley
Nas and Jay-Z they were still homies
Squash the beef with Ja Rule and 50
Benzino shook hands with Eminem
And on the same
Thousands of people
Live in this town
And I had to run into him
When I saw him there
On that busy street
Those feelings came back again
There
We gotta get to a higher place
And we gotta leave by night
Before that river takes us down
We gotta find somewhere that's dry
We gotta run like
enemy number one, our Uzi weighs a ton
This is our house, run, hahaha
What happened to those good old days? (Huh?)
When hip-hop was so much fun (so
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