| We gonna run this town
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| We are, yeah I said it, we are
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| This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance
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| Get ya’ll black tees on, all black everything
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| Black cards, black cars, all black everything
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| And our girls are blackbirds, ridin' with they Dillingers
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| I’d get more in depth, if you boys really real enough
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| This is la familia, I’ll explain later
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| But for now let me get back to this paper, I’m a couple bands down
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| And I’m tryin' to get back
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| I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks
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| Yeah I’m talkin' five comma’s, six zeros, dot zeroes here it go
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| Back to runnin' circles 'round niggas, now we squared up, hold up
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| Life’s a game but it’s not fair
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| I break the rules so I don’t care
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| So I keep doin' my own thing
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| Walkin' tall against the rain (What's up)
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| Victory’s within the mile
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| Almost there, don’t give up now (What's up)
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| Only thing that’s on my mind
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| Is who’s gon' run this town tonight (What's up)
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, heyy
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, heyy, (What's up)
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| Is whos gon' run this town tonight?
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| We are, yeah I said it we are
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| You can call me Caesar, in a dark Czar
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| Please follow the leader, So Eric B. we are
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| Microphone fiend, it’s the return of the God, peace God
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| (Ah! Ah!) And ain’t nobody fresher, I’m in Mason
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| Martin Margiela
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| On the tape we’re screamin' fuck the other side, they jealous
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| We got a banquet for the broads, they got a table for of fellas
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| And they ain’t spending no cake
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| They should throw they hand in
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| 'Cause they ain’t got no spades
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| My whole team got dough
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| So my banquette is looking like millionaires' row
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| Life’s a game but it’s not fair
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| I break the rules so I don’t care (What's up)
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| So I keep doin' my own thing
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| Walkin' tall against the rain
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| Victory’s within the mile (What's up)
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| Almost there, don’t give up now
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| Only thing that’s on my mind
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| Is who gon' run this town tonight (What's up)
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, heyy
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey (What's up)
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, heyy
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| Is who’s gon' run this town tonight?
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| It’s crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow
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| To everybody on your dick, no homo
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| I bought my whole family whips, no Volvo’s
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| Next time I’m in church, please no photos
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| Police escorts, everybody passports
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| This the life that everybody ask for
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| This a fast life, we are on a crash course
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| What you think I rap for, to push a fucking Rav-4?
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| But I know that if I stay stun-ting
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| All these girls only gonna want one thing
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| I could spend my whole life good will hunting
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| Only good gon' come is as good when I’m coming
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| She got a ass that’ll swallow up a g-string
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| And up top, uh, two bee stings
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| And I’m beasting, off the Riesling
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| And my nigga just made it out the precinct
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| We give a damn about the drama that you do bring
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| I’m just trying to change the color on your mood ring
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| Reebok, baby, you need to drop some new things
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| Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings?
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| What’s that 'Ye? |
| Baby, these heels
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| Is that a may? |
| What?
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| Baby, these wheels
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| You trippin' when you ain’t sippin', have a refill
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| You feelin' like you runnin', huh? |
| Now you know how we feel, (What's up)
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey hey, (What's up)
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| Hey, hey, hey hey, hey, hey
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| Hey hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey hey, hey, hey
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| We gonna run this town tonight!
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| What’s up! |