[Intro: 50 Cent]
Oh!
Rrrrrr
Please (Yea) don't play with the animal
[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)
Oh!
Rrrrrr
Please (Yea) don't play with the animal
[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)
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