We Run These Streets

We Run These Streets Lyrics

[Intro: Young Buck]
Hahaaa!
Ayo Yayo! [shot]
Ayo you off parole now, nigga.
LET'S GOOO!
Hahaaa!
Ayo, man!
These niggaz musta forgotten, man...
Nigga we run these streets, nigga!
G-UNIT! LET'S GO!

[Young Buck {DJ Whoo Kid}:]
We let you niggaz pick up the ones, we left you our leftovers (YEAH! )
Shut down your company and murdered your best soldiers. (hahaaa! )
And it's the motherfuckin' thanks we get
I ain't puttin' out my album till you buy Bank$ shit. {DIVA! }
Don't be fooled by these rap niggas fake ass jewels {whooo
Kiiid! }
They sell a hundred thousand records and they think they cool. (COOL! )
Where's the rules? (HUUUH?) - My little girl watchin' the tube
And she don't need to see another nigga kissin' a dude. (WHATTA FUCK! )
{HAHA! }
BET didn't give us no invitations to the awards
There wasn't enough metal detectors at the door.
Lord! (YEEEAAAH! ) - Don't let this industry injure me,
I'm tryna see my nephew at least turn 23! {LOADY MACK! }
Live to the day they let Larry Hoover free, (WHAT?) ("DJ WHoo Kid! ")
So all you rap niggas better get used to me. (OKAAAY! )
Let's take it back Yayo to where it used to be. (HEEEY! )
G-U-N-I-T! - Holla back! {DAMN! }

[Tony Yayo:]
You started, I fell off, my album did 700!

So fuck with 55, I'm in a 600!
Level-4 Vest got the.50 on me,
And if I ever go broke, I spend 50's money!
Nigga fresh off tour - from Sweden to Germany! {Whooo
Kiiid! }
Chill on my dick - so these hoes ain't burnin' me
Bentley flyin' spur - interior burgandy!
Bulletproof truck, in case you cowards try to murder me. {YAYO! }
Jail house is packed ain't no empty cells
And I'm tryna make a half a mill - off of 12-12s!
My little mouse gun - hold 12 shells!
And if we get locked up, we postin' 12 bails!
Antiques, Gucci Sneaks, they cost 12 bills
For my next 2 albums I need 12 mills. (YEAH! )
I'm the MVP, the "Most Valuable Playa"!
I'm in your mp3 playa. - So hate nigga! (YEAH! ) {WHITE BOY! }

[Interludes (Snoop from "The Wire"):]
[Snoop:]
My man Tony Yayo, "Finally Off Papers", you heard me?
That's the "Talk Of" [echoes], "Top Of" [echoes] New York!
[Yayo:] Yeah, nigga I ain't pissin' in no more cups! You know what time it
Is, nigga!
[Snoop:] Yeah, no more cups! None of that free playa, man!
[Yayo:] Smokin' and jokin' and totin'...
[Snoop:] Put yo' wings on, nigga! [beat stops]
[Yayo:] Fo' real nigga!
[Snoop:] Put yo' wings on!
[Yayo:] Yo Snoop, ya know what time it is, nigga!