Run This City

* Miri Ben-Ari plays violin - no vocal performance [P. Diddy] Hehe, c'mon As we proceed, to give you what you need Muh'fuckers - I like this right here c'mon Hit it Bad Boy, we here now We still ain't gon' stop, c'mon [Verse One: P. Diddy] Why do cats wanna hate on a boss, straight to Azor Do petty shit that a coward'll do Cop little toys like I should be proud of you I got 2, one platinum one powder blue Cop cars while you still rentin Tell time from the Chapard{?}, Frank Mueller{?} or Million Mill Clintons Platinum Presidential, to keep it simple Half of y'all couldn't get into what I get into I know niggas pressed to stick me, that's why I pack Glocks That hold shots, nuttin less than 50 Niggas try they best to get me, I see you in the rearview Switchin lanes tryin to get on same exits with me Tryin to peep where I live at, where I sleep Where my kids at, don't do that I have fools with tools, where your kids go to school at Where you break food, where you think everything cool at Where you niggas get bricks at, take shits at Count cash, take baths, fuck your bitch at Who you niggas tryin to stick up? I have lions with irons To pick up, your bitch, when she pick her wig up I know niggas wanna see me shot, lean to the left In the drop, holdin my chest, wheezin for breath Can't see me goin out on no meaningless death Y'all wanna stick me let me see if y'all can get me now [Hook 2X - scratches] "I run this city" "who else but me" "the boss" "Trust me" - "I'm a Bad Boy!" "You you you rockin with the best" "Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks" [Verse Two: P. Diddy] FUCK Y'ALL just don't wanna see me fly YOU KILLED B.I.G., y'all niggas seen me cry That ain't enough? Y'all wanna see me die? What man say P.D. scared, he lied Hate on me, cause I got the keys to the city You wanna see me get Notorious without Biggie See me without The L.O.X., say I ain't jiggy See me without Ma$e, say I ain't pretty Wanna dress in all black, ride what's mine? Take my shine? Hate on the ball, straight 'til it's all? Mad cause I got the total package and more Faith in my shit, y'all keep hatin my shit I'mma keep hittin y'all, in the face with these hits I got the real Queen Bee, don't fuck with my bitch And I gave y'all the blueprints on how to ball But you niggas still pray for my downfall [Hook] [Verse Three: P. Diddy] FUCK Y'ALL cause I'm bad and the boy get papers Is it the looks, the wheels, the skills, the flavor? House on the hill, hundred acres, no neighbors You can't hate this 90's Lee Majors I'm top pedigree, I show you what cheddar be Auto-trey nigga as y'all DuPont registry Gear I wear for whatever the weather be Gators, the flavors, the colors my leathers be You smile in my face but behind my back gossip Plot shit, wanna get me shot to the noggin Have Justin cryin, who got my pop hit? Lyin, tryin to tie me to that B.I.G. and 'Pac shit I can't, don't, and won't stop And y'all, can't, so don't pop I told y'all I got thugs on the payroll Gotta lay low and get up in the anal [Hook]