Make This Run

歌詞

(Chorus x2 - Pharrell) + (Kelis) If you love my niggaz I'm saying but, if you only love my niggaz We can make this run, for my niggaz And if you die, hope you'll fly high (Don't worry baby, I'll make this money for you) (Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9") Make me an offer I can't refuse, pistol is wild Pretty face, no mask, undeniably fit for the job Bitch wit a heart, ready to thump, money is king Wit my lap on the throne strokin' a cat, runnin' a scheme (Pharrell) My niggaz get high off the reefer, and quick to heat ya If ya feel ya cold-blooded, I got something to heat ya It's called a hollow tip, dum, dum, follow clip and numb some If you don't know the language, then don't speak the gun dun (La Femme Nakita) Eyes like black chips of glass, little wit an unholy light Ya chances of survival, like a roll of these dice Execution style, ski-mask, no smile Throw the ace, in the hidden safe, up under the towel (Royce Da 5'9") + (La Femme Nakita) We definitely blow, stick wit me, know ya limitations Speak when spoke up, stay away from the rest of these hoes Broke niggaz wit cheap guns, and triggers that work You ready to kill (No doubt) these niggaz is jerks (Pharrell) If ya pops share my, cli-ker, carry street sweepers And hit ya more times than the worthless bitch, on ya beeper So if ya hit me, God'll get me and give me breath again, bitch, get it right Revenge is that bitch, and she won't come lesser than (Chorus x2) w/ (Pharrel ad-libs) Niggaz wanna see me lying hurt, wanna stain my Hawaiian shirt (Verse 2 - Pharrell) 'Cause I put it out, they supplying dirt Two German Black bitches, begging y'all to try and flirt Rude and twins, and all they rock is iron skirts (La Femme Nakita) My bitches got mo's of alley cats, armed wit steel bats And mo's is stealing stacks, double back, and tally that When shit go down, don't expect me to run Never forget dun, two guns, is better than one (Royce Da 5'9") Through what I'm standing in front of you holding, niggaz know This money is golden, low and behold, blowing holes Trench coats in Detroit summers, you gotta mean nigga Wit long guns, you gon' run nigga, run (Pharrell) And fly nigga, sky high nigga, age is my gun If I keep f**kin' her, I might die wit her If you shoot me and my wings come out, then that's a fly stitcher If I die nigga, slit my back so my wings can come out (Royce Da 5'9") I took it ol' school, got the 5-9 in the box Stay on ya toes, I got diamonds to watch, frukit niggaz Dog, let me catch a nigga eyeing my watch What I'm firing's hot, just aim, and rely on the dot (Chorus x2) (Verse 3 - Pharrell) Fifty karat link-link, mad 'cause ya lead kink Me and my bitch is frozen, regardless to her pink mink Freeze ya eyeballs, you don't want a part of that Cardiovascular, VVS heart attack Would you blast for me, put up the cash for me (La Femme Nakita) Out in the world dodging bullets, become a casualty I flip and sends shit, through bitches appen-dix For ten bricks shit, twenty-four furs, and ten whips (Pharrell) I spent that at Dolce, on shirts, shades, and leather pants For my beach fifty grand, I'm laughing at that advance Million dollar deals, Lord I'm scared my life's changing Cupid's cousin, money keeping shooting, wit nice aimin' It's no sane, this drug game, flourished, niggaz transform (La Femme Nakita) And hide into courage, but they blows be malnourished Let's see who get the furbus, bag annoys ass nigga Extra, like you surplus (Royce Da 5'9") + (Royce + Pharrell + La Femme Nakita) Huh, I come dirt, anyone under one-thirty, ya slapped Ain't even gun worthy, f**k yo niggaz I'm the king of this shit, thuggin, let's get these moneys And make niggaz dearly beloved (I love my niggaz) (Chorus x6)