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make this run - royce da 5'9'' lyrics

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[chorus x2 – pharrell] + (kelis)
if you love my n-gg-z
i’m saying but, if you only love my n-gg-z
we can make this run, for my n-gg-z
and if you die, hope you’ll fly high
(don’t worry baby, i’ll make this money for you)

[verse 1 – royce da 5’9″]
make me an offer i can’t refuse, pistol is wild
pretty face, no mask, undeniably fit for the job
b-tch wit a heart, ready to thump, money is king
wit my lap on the throne strokin’ a cat, runnin’ a scheme

[pharrell]
my n-gg-z get high off the reefer, and quick to heat ya
if ya feel ya cold-blooded, i got something to heat ya
it’s called a hollow tip, dum, dum, follow clip and numb some
if you don’t know the language, then don’t speak the gun dun

[la femme nakita]
eyes like black chips of gl-ss, little wit an unholy light
ya chances of survival, like a roll of these dice
execution style, ski-mask, no smile
throw the ace, in the hidden safe, up under the towel

[royce da 5’9″] + (la femme nakita)
we definitely blow, stick wit me, know ya limitations
speak when spoke up, stay away from the rest of these hoes
you ready to kill (no doubt) these n-gg-z is jerks
broke n-gg-z wit cheap guns, and triggers that work

[pharrell]
if ya pops share my, cli-ker, carry street sweepers
and hit ya more times than the worthless b-tch, on ya beeper
revenge is that b-tch, and she won’t come lesser than
so if ya hit me, god’ll get me and give me breath again, b-tch, get it right

[chorus x2] w/ (pharrel ad-libs)

[verse 2 – pharrell]
n-gg-z wanna see me lying hurt, wanna stain my hawaiian shirt
’cause i put it out, they supplying dirt
two german black b-tches, begging y’all to try and flirt
rude and twins, and all they rock is iron skirts

[la femme nakita]
my b-tches got mo’s of alley cats, armed wit’steel bats
and mo’s is stealing stacks, double back, and tally that
when sh-t go down, don’t expect me to run
never forget dun, two guns, is better than one

[royce da 5’9″]
this money is golden, low and behold, blowing holes
through what i’m standing in front of you holding, n-gg-z know
trench coats in detroit’summers, you gotta mean n-gg-
wit long guns, you gon’ run n-gg-, run

[pharrell]
if i die n-gg-, slit my back so my wings can come out
and fly n-gg-, sky high n-gg-, age is my gun
if i keep f-ckin’ her, i might die wit her
if you shoot me and my wings come out, then that’s a fly st-tcher

[royce da 5’9″]
stay on ya toes, i got diamonds to watch, frukit n-gg-z
i took it ol’ school, got the 5-9 in the box
dog, let me catch a n-gg- eyeing my watch
what i’m firing’s hot, just aim, and rely on the dot

[chorus x2]

[verse 3 – pharrell]
fifty karat link-link, mad ’cause ya lead kink
me and my b-tch is frozen, regardless to her pink mink
freeze ya eyeb-lls, you don’t want a part of that
cardiovascular, vvs heart attack

[la femme nakita]
would you blast for me, put up the cash for me
out in the world dodging bullets, become a casualty
for ten bricks sh-t, twenty-four furs, and ten whips
i flip and sends sh-t, through b-tches appen-dix

[pharrell]
for my beach fifty grand, i’m laughing at that advance
i spent that at dolce, on shirts, shades, and leather pants
million dollar deals, lord i’m scared my life’s changing
cupid’s cousin, money keeping shooting, wit nice aimin’

[la femme nakita]
it’s no sane, this drug game, flourished, n-gg-z transform
and hide into courage, but they blows be malnourished
let’s see who get the furbus, bag annoys -ss n-gg-
extra, like you surplus

[royce da 5’9″] + (royce + pharrell + la femme nakita)
huh, i come dirt, anyone under one-thirty, ya slapped
ain’t even gun worthy, f-ck yo n-gg-z
i’m the king of this sh-t, thuggin, let’s get these moneys
and make n-gg-z dearly beloved (i love my n-gg-z)

[chorus x6]

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