[Intro: Q-Tip]
Run it back (kcab ti nuR)
Run it back (kcab ti nuR)
Run it back (kcab ti nuR)
Run it back (kcab ti nuR)
[Chorus: Q-Tip (LL COOL J)]
Run it back
Let's run the numbers up and run it back
You see us out here getting to the bag
Run the numbers up and run it back
Run, run, run, run, run it back
Let's run the numbers up and run it back
Oh no, when we get the bag
Yeah, don't you get too mad (Yo)
Run, run, run, run, run it back
[Verse 1: LL COOL J (Q-Tip)]
Yo, yo, you gettin' money, you really don't need to talk about it
Move quiet, you should try it, there's some clout around it
Chasin' hoes and overthinkin' the process
Outside of the gates spewin' the nonsense
On the phone, he beggin' women to come out
Back to back callin' until his minutes run out
Beggin' for loose change and scrapin' to maintain
On sippin' some Ace Spades and playin' with waist chains
I think you get the picture, we outside the frame
Get your Lewis Hamilton on swerve, lane to lane, on gang, on gang
We brainstormin' 'til it rains and we drive our gang
Straight into the Hall of Fame
You niggas need to pay attention
I was seventeen and had 'em shippin' the Benz in (Run it back)
I was sixteen eatin' steak with Russell Simmons (Oh-oh, run it back)
I was fifteen in the basement with a vision, I could
Run it back (kcab ti nuR)
Run it back (kcab ti nuR)
Run it back (kcab ti nuR)
Run it back (kcab ti nuR)
[Chorus: Q-Tip (LL COOL J)]
Run it back
Let's run the numbers up and run it back
You see us out here getting to the bag
Run the numbers up and run it back
Run, run, run, run, run it back
Let's run the numbers up and run it back
Oh no, when we get the bag
Yeah, don't you get too mad (Yo)
Run, run, run, run, run it back
[Verse 1: LL COOL J (Q-Tip)]
Yo, yo, you gettin' money, you really don't need to talk about it
Move quiet, you should try it, there's some clout around it
Chasin' hoes and overthinkin' the process
Outside of the gates spewin' the nonsense
On the phone, he beggin' women to come out
Back to back callin' until his minutes run out
Beggin' for loose change and scrapin' to maintain
On sippin' some Ace Spades and playin' with waist chains
I think you get the picture, we outside the frame
Get your Lewis Hamilton on swerve, lane to lane, on gang, on gang
We brainstormin' 'til it rains and we drive our gang
Straight into the Hall of Fame
You niggas need to pay attention
I was seventeen and had 'em shippin' the Benz in (Run it back)
I was sixteen eatin' steak with Russell Simmons (Oh-oh, run it back)
I was fifteen in the basement with a vision, I could
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