Make This Run

[Hook x2 - Pharrell] + (Kelis) If you love my niggas I'm saying but, if you only love my niggas We can make this run, for my niggas 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 niggas 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 You ready to kill (No doubt) these niggas is jerks Broke niggas wit cheap guns, and triggers that work [Pharrell] If ya pops share my, cli-ker, carry street sweepers And hit ya more times than the worthless bitch, on ya beeper Revenge is that bitch, and she won't come lesser than So if ya hit me, God'll get me and give me breath again, bitch, get it right [Hook x2] w/ (Pharrel ad-libs) [Verse 2 - Pharrell] Niggas wanna see me lying hurt, wanna stain my Hawaiian shirt 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"] This money is golden, low and behold, blowing holes Through what I'm standing in front of you holding, niggas know Trench coats in Detroit summers, you gotta mean nigga Wit long guns, you gon' run nigga, run [Pharrell] If I die nigga, slit my back so my wings can come out And fly nigga, sky high nigga, age is my gun If I keep fuckin' her, I might die wit her If you shoot me and my wings come out, then that's a fly stitcher [Royce Da 5'9"] Stay on ya toes, I got diamonds to watch, frukit niggas I took it ol' school, got the 5-9 in the box Dog, let me catch a nigga eyeing my watch What I'm firing's hot, just aim, and rely on the dot [Hook 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 [La Femme Nakita] Would you blast for me, put up the cash for me Out in the world dodging bullets, become a casualty For ten bricks shit, twenty-four furs, and ten whips I flip and sends shit, through bitches appen-dix [Pharrell] For my beach fifty grand, I'm laughing at that advance I spent that at Dolce, on shirts, shades, and leather pants Million dollar deals, Lord I'm scared my life's changing Cupid's cousin, money keeping shooting, wit nice aimin' [La Femme Nakita] It's no sane, this drug game, flourished, niggas transform 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, fuck yo niggas I'm the king of this shit, thuggin, let's get these moneys And make niggas dearly beloved (I love my niggas) [Hook x6]