Royce Da 5'9 - Make This Run - Sözleri

[Chorus x2 - Pharrell] + (Kelis)

If you love my niggaz

I'm saying but, if you only love my niggaz

We can make this run, for my niggaz

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

Bitch wit a heart, ready to thump, money is king

Wit my lap on the throne strokin' a cat, runnin' a scheme



[Pharrell]

My niggaz 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 glass, 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

Broke niggaz wit cheap guns, and triggers that work

You ready to kill (No doubt) these niggaz is jerks

[Pharrell]

If ya pops share my, cli-ker, carry street sweepers



And hit ya more times than the worthless bitch, on ya beeper

So if ya hit me, God'll get me and give me breath again, bitch, get it right



Revenge is that bitch, and she won't come lesser than

[Chorus x2] w/ (Pharrel ad-libs)



Niggaz wanna see me lying hurt, wanna stain my Hawaiian shirt

[Verse 2 - Pharrell]

'Cause I put it out, they supplying dirt

Two German Black bitches, begging y'all to try and flirt

Rude and twins, and all they rock is iron skirts



[La Femme Nakita]

My bitches got mo's of alley cats, armed wit steel bats

And mo's is stealing stacks, double back, and tally that

When shit go down, don't expect me to run

Never forget dun, two guns, is better than one



[Royce Da 5'9"]

Through what I'm standing in front of you holding, niggaz know

This money is golden, low and behold, blowing holes

Trench coats in Detroit summers, you gotta mean nigga



Wit long guns, you gon' run nigga, run

[Pharrell]

And fly nigga, sky high nigga, age is my gun

If I keep fuckin' her, I might die wit her

If you shoot me and my wings come out, then that's a fly stitcher

If I die nigga, slit my back so my wings can come out

[Royce Da 5'9"]



I took it ol' school, got the 5-9 in the box

Stay on ya toes, I got diamonds to watch, frukit niggaz

Dog, let me catch a nigga 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 bitch is frozen, regardless to her pink mink

Freeze ya eyeballs, you don't want a part of that

Cardiovascular, VVS heart attack



Would you blast for me, put up the cash for me

[La Femme Nakita]

Out in the world dodging bullets, become a casualty

I flip and sends shit, through bitches appen-dix

For ten bricks shit, twenty-four furs, and ten whips



[Pharrell]

I spent that at Dolce, on shirts, shades, and leather pants

For my beach fifty grand, I'm laughing at that advance

Million dollar deals, Lord I'm scared my life's changing



Cupid's cousin, money keeping shooting, wit nice aimin'

It's no sane, this drug game, flourished, niggaz transform

[La Femme Nakita]

And hide into courage, but they blows be malnourished

Let's see who get the furbus, bag annoys ass nigga

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, fuck yo niggaz

I'm the king of this shit, thuggin, let's get these moneys

And make niggaz dearly beloved (I love my niggaz)

[Chorus x6]



														   

														   



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