(feat. Tony Yayo)

[chorus - 50 Cent]
The walls have ears lil' nigga, I run New York,
Even when I ain't there lil' nigga, I run New
York,
I said the walls have ears lil' nigga, I hear
when you talk,
Let's get this shit clear lil' nigga, I run New
York

[verse 1 - 50 Cent]
I wake up, stare at the ceilin',
I'm alive, what a beautiful feelin',
I put my vest on right after I put on my
drawers,
It's a habit I'm always prepared for war,
See my life's like some shit, you seen in a
flick,
Bitches act like pornstars when they sit on a
dick,
When I was hit and out the game I said "one more
flick",
Test my aim in the range I'm like "one more
clip",
It's my brain, I'm insane, I be on some shit,
Man I run Interscope, Jada's tryna annoy me,
Nuthin' but another disgruntled employee,
He been in the game ten years and he still ain't
rich,
Even his mama upset that he still ain't shit,
And he keep runnin his yap, like I'ma take all
that,
One more word out his mouth I'll push Style's
shit back,
See the nozzle on my tre pound is three inches
long,
And the trigger on the fo' fo's extremly strong,
With a little tre douche is like pop, pop,
Chase his ass up the block til his bitch ass
drop,
And the verses he be kickin' none of 'em hot,
Cos he ain't got none of that shit he says he
got,
And he ain't did none of that shit he said he
did,
And I ain't got time to be talkin 'bout this
shit, (fuckin' faggot)

[chorus - 50 Cent]
I guess it's easy to see lil' nigga, I run New
York,
Yeah I live in CC lil' nigga, but I run New
York,
And I don't go to parties lil' nigga, but I run
New York,
And I stay gettin Cs lil' nigga, cos I run New
York
(Yayo, tell 'em I run New York)

[verse 2 - Tony Yayo]
My gun is longer than yours, nigga, call your
recouster,
Locks made more money than them thin tiny suits,
The game around south, drugs and rappin,
Jada fuckin punchlines, my serp went platinum,
Style's and C Loot's went double plastic,
Yayo, Buck and Banks was puttin out classics,
A hundred shots, a hundred clips, y'all ready to
die,
Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he afraid to fly,
Automatic mossberg, who want a piece of this
punk,
I had Ja Rule buryed and some high heel punk,
Feds stuck in a bullet-proof, man fuck that,
Homie, shoot up my whip, you only leave a
scratch,
Yo, I slip cocaine, in your hotel lobby,
And beat you wit my pistol like Kane did
Charlie,
It's T.O.N.Y.Y.A.Y.O.,
My whole clique, gotto,my Os on the fly hole,
C4s, we fly on linz,
And my rocks lookin like, Flex likes yo' benz,

[chorus - 50 Cent]
When I'm down in DC lil' nigga, I tell 'em, I run
New York,
When I'm out in Philly lil' homie, I run New
York,
When I'm in VA I tell niggaz guess what, I run
New York,
I'm in NC niggaz holla at the moon, cos I run New
York,
(Yayo tell 'em I run New York)

[50 Cent talking]
Now who the fuck told that lil' nigga he can talk
to me like that? Catch my bottle up and roll him
somewhere, [laughing] D.Y. wanna talk to me,
wanna tell
me what's goin on. Want me to serve him somethin'
for real, cos I'll serve, murder [laughing] eh, eh
get Puffy on the phone, tell him I said, tell the
nigga I said get out the mil for a second let me
talk to him. Puffy da only nigga a muthafucka
pops, tell him I won't buy the nigga Jadakiss
pokes. Nigga
still ain't a coupe. Ah, nigga, you in da way.
You owe money nigga, aw man, now why you make me
put yo' business in da street. Now niggaz know
you ain't
shit, damn! I see yo' punk ass in da paper, cos
you ain't returnin them jewels you borrowed, you
better give 'em back, you dirty nigga. Ain't none
of that
shit you be wearin yours. [laughing] We coulda
kept this secret, nigga. These niggaz I'm
supposed to beef wit. Aw man, this fight is
fixed, you been set
up, [laughing] that's what he gonna say, "they
set me up, man." I ain't even go through that