DJ Whoo Kid, Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent - We Run These Streets lyrics

50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]

[DJ Whoo Kid, Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent - We Run These Streets lyrics]

I stay gangsta'd up
Niggas ain't got shit on me
And I stay wit my gat in
Case I gotta pop somebody
G-Unit clique, you're blind if you can't see
That, we run the streets
Nigga you better ask somebody

I got a rifle with a scope
In the trunk of the Viper
So I shoot off the roof like the DC sniper
I just bought a Bezzle, and a brand new piece
And a level two vest and a brand new piece
Y'all hip hop niggas don't want no beef
Y'all get shot and rat to the hip hop police
Nigga two guns up, I run up in ya label
Why your guns in the house
Like a couch potato

I stay gangsta'd up
Niggas ain't got shit on me
And I stay wit my gat in
Case I gotta pop somebody
G-Unit clique, you're blind if you can't see
That, we run the streets
Nigga you better ask somebody

These hoes want me stop
But this is the worst part
I was born with this game like birth marks
I don't trip, but I'ma get a little watch
From my modelin' chick
Cause she spent a lot of time on my dick
I get a new fan every single time that I spit
Green, blue Ben' lovin' every diamond I get
Fast and fury in the Red
Rove' cause my bred folds
Beef, I hit your necklace turn
Your jewelry into red gold

I stay gangsta'd up
Niggas ain't got shit on me
And I stay wit my gat in
Case I gotta pop somebody
G-Unit clique, you're blind if you can't see
That, we run the streets
Nigga you better ask somebody

I'm from the bottom man niggas
Know I came up hard
I got a temper man I'm looking
For some shit to start
Man my tax bracket change
I'm sittin' on some change
Yo hoes man they changed they
Don't treat me the same
It's not my looks that's got me
All up in them drawers
It's the new M3 with the Lamborghini doors
Man them D's they dun turned
Them dogs into dope fiends
They smell a leak in my clothes
So they barkin' at me, wHOA
Yeah, that's gon have to be good enough
I lost a friend tonight
Jam Master Jay, rest in peace
I send my love to his family, 50 Cent y'all

I stay gangsta'd up
Niggas ain't got shit on me
And I stay wit my gat in
Case I gotta pop somebody
G-Unit clique, you're blind if you can't see
That, we run the streets
Nigga you better ask somebody

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