[Verse 1: The Game]
Back on the block, ^!$$%, chains on the rocks, ^!$$%
Used to move yay, I should throw up the Roc, ^!$$%

Back with the Doc, so I just throw up the Mag
Up 2 fingers: they don't get the ski mask!
This is body bag %#@!, that open the bag spliff

!@&@e in your lungs, a mother$#&@in monster is what I've become
Balls hotter than Pablo Escobar's stove
Got the Venice Queensbridge Escobar flow so...

Brat! Brat brat! 50 rounds'll knock you ^!$$%s down
Ben Affleck from The Town. This is my town ^!$$%
King, mayor, all that. ^!$$%s better fall back

Bullets in your ballcap. P-U-S-S-Y: that's what I call cats
Hardcore, die today if it brought Biggie Smalls back
Eyes low, 75 eighths, black war hat

Red Album, (*##$, everything else all-black
Eyes low, 75 eighths, black Wall hat
Red Album, ^!$$%, everything else all-black


[Hook:]
^!$$%s keep saying that they run this town

They don't run this town, ^!$$% I run this town
^!$$%s keep playing when we come around
I run them down, they wanted now


^!$$%s keep saying that they run this town
They don't run this town, ^!$$% I run this town

^!$$%s keep playing I hunt em down
Gun 'em down, yeah a hundred rounds


[Verse 2: The Game]
^!$$%s better break bread and ^!$$%s better play dead
I step in front of the beam and take it off of Dre head

Everything's straight red: my (*##$, my car, the tip of my cigar
My Philly hat, my scarf
Y'all ^!$$%s pushing light weight

Ryan Russell ^!$$%s falling down, tryna put a hand up in my face
The $#&@ing boosters in danger, ain't a mic safe
Mike Bibby, Mike Vick, ^!$$%, Mike Jake

4th album, cause I do my %#@! the right way
And like Dre the fans gon wait, so have a nice day
I'm a have a nice (*##$ sitting in the white 6

Coldest rapper alive: I write with an ice pick
And I'm write sick, meaning that my bars I'll
Bout to $#&@ the world up, ^!$$%, I'm an oil spill

In the foriegn wheel, paint job orange peel, nothin' like Picasso, (*##$
But I draw steel


[Hook:]
^!$$%s keep saying that they run this town
They don't run this town, ^!$$% I run this town

^!$$%s keep playing when we come around
I run them down, they wanted now


^!$$%s keep saying that they run this town
They don't run this town, ^!$$% I run this town
^!$$%s keep playing I hunt em down

Gun 'em down, yeah a hundred rounds

[Verse 3: The Game]

I ain't never gave no $#&@, why would I start now?
Everytime I get on the track, it's black hawk down
I declare war, pulling ^!$$%s' cars now

And I ain't gotta $#&@ Sarah Palin to lay the law down
Birds: knock em all down
You could push record now

Used to ball like Chris Paul, I'm John Ward now
Still bang Dogg Pound, I don't like how y'all sound
Gun butt a ^!$$% in the grill, try to floss now

I set the bridge on fire ? try to cross now
Still $#&@ Benzino, I don't care who run The Source now
I got magazines inside of magazines

Walk up, laid everybody on the porch down
Kill the drums, cause the track is a corpse now
Spread my fingers when I shoot Kyle Watson from Georgetown

Think it's a movie than it's AI Georgetown
But if it ain't a court round
I'm busting with the 4 pounds