Lloyd Banks We Run The Town Lyrics

My... is like the stars that please the night
The... makes the day, bright day...
Lights the way

Do you have any idea what you stumbled on?
f*ck chores 8 time the sun is on
I'm eating up and I'm out the pot
My style came from the suns...
Shine so great get the crowd shades
Mind get burned when the sun perform
On point cause you don't get 2 mistakes
There's... and apes, I'm jungle born
... to myself, 4 g's in these belts
You cold freezing and I'm so...
Sitting on seasons, be stealth
Things at the game... this ain't gonna feel
Now everybody popping shit cause I'm popular
Think I've just seen a binocular
Put me anywhere and I'll stand out
Kick... the opera, figure I'll bring at a throwback
But the bitch look mean and they jocking up
But I'm getting type and you know that
And I'm yelling out where the hoes at
Selling out of the Kodak
Tell them that... go back
Killing them... still be a legend but no plat
Million dollar my door mat
I get them with pulling my own raps
I'm chilling on something exclusive On a south side, nigga hold that

Shout to my bishops, I got a million
f*ck all my haters, f*ck how they feeling
My money is up, up to the ceiling
You buzzing back down,... kill a shit
We run the town, g'd up, put it down
We run the town, g'd up, put it down

Hey yo, my mask on like give me that
Max born, we empty that
Act wrong, we cut strong and max on
My fendi strap
4 door that Bentley flat
Like corns drop plenty racks
4... you talk more than you snitching cats
f*ck... hungry...
Nigga you don't know what they put me through
Should have gained from the block what I rock from the stoop
We will try to block... tryna copy remove
I get a... tool
Bossling, they call me Ross Thing
To save the... through Rolls Royces...

Shout to my bishops, I got a million
f*ck all my haters, f*ck how they feeling
My money is up, up to the ceiling
You buzzing back down,... kill a shit
We run the town, g'd up, put it down
We run the town, g'd up, put it down