Run This CityClinton Sparks

[Intro]
Hahaha
C'mon
As we proceed
To give you what you need
Motherfuckers
I like this right here
C'mon
Hit it
Bad Boy
We here now
We still ain't gon' stop
C'mon

[Verse 1: P. Diddy]
Why do cats wanna hate on a boss? Scrape the Azure?
Do petty shit that a coward'll do
Cop little toys like I should be proud of you
I got two: one platinum, one powder blue
Cop cars while you still renting
Tell time from the Chapard, Frank Muller, or a million Bill Clintons
Platinum presidential to keep it simple
Half of y'all couldn't get into what I get into
I know niggas pressed to stick me
That's why I pack Glocks that hold shots, nothing less than 50
Niggas try they best to get me, I see you in the rearview
Switching lanes tryna get on same exits with me
Tryna peep where I live at, where I sleep, where my kids at
Don't do that
I have fools with tools where your kids go to school at
Where you break food at, where you think everything cool at
Where you niggas get bricks at, take shits at
Count cash, take baths, fuck your bitch at
Who you niggas trying to stick up? I have lions with irons
To pick up your bitch when she pick her wig up
I know niggas wanna see me shot, lean to the left
In the drop, holding my chest, wheezing for breath
Can't see me going out on no meaningless death
Y'all wanna stick me? Let me see if y'all can get me, now...

[Hook]
"I run this city!" ("Who else but me?")
"The boss, trust me" ("I'm a Bad Boy!")
"Y—Y—Y—You rocking with the best"
"Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks"
"I run this city!" ("Who else but me?")
"The boss, trust me" ("I'm a Bad Boy!")
"Y—Y—Y—You rocking with the best"
"Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks" (Fuck y'all!)

[Verse 2: P. Diddy]
Y'all just don't wanna see me fly
You killed Big; y'all niggas seen me cry
That ain't enough? Y'all wanna see me die?
What man say P.D. scared? He lying
Hate on me 'cause I got the keys to the city
You wanna see me get notorious without Biggie
See me without The LOX, say I ain't jiggy
See me without Ma$e, say I ain't pretty
Wanna dress in all black, ride what's mine?
Take my shine? Hate on the boss? Scrape the Azure?
Mad 'cause I got the total package and more
Faith in my shit, y'all keep hatin my shit
I'ma keep hitting y'all in the face with these hits
I got the real Queen Bee, don't fuck with my bitch
And I gave y'all the blueprints on how to ball
But you niggas still pray for my downfall

[Hook]
"I run this city!" ("Who else but me?")
"The boss, trust me" ("I'm a Bad Boy!")
"Y—Y—Y—You rocking with the best"
"Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks"
"I run this city!" ("Who else but me?")
"The boss, trust me" ("I'm a Bad Boy!")
"Y—Y—Y—You rocking with the best"
"Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks" (Fuck y'all!)

[Verse 3: P. Diddy]
'Cause I'm bad and the boy get papers?
Is it the looks, the wheels, the skills, the flavor?
House on the hill, hundred acres, no neighbors
You can't hate this, '90s Lee Majors
I'm top pedigree, I show you what cheddar be
AutoTrade nigga, I'm the DuPont registry
Gear I wear for whatever the weather be
Gators, the flavors, the colors my leathers be
You smile in my face, but behind my back, gossip
Plot shit, wanna get me shot to the noggin
Have Justin crying: "Who got my pop hit?"
Lying, tryna tie me to that B.I.G. and Pac shit
I can't, don't, and won't stop
And y'all can't, so don't pop
I told y'all I got thugs on the payroll
Gotta lay low and get up in the anal

[Hook]
"I run this city!" ("Who else but me?")
"The boss, trust me" ("I'm a Bad Boy!")
"Y—Y—Y—You rocking with the best"
"Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks"
"I run this city!" ("Who else but me?")
"The boss, trust me" ("I'm a Bad Boy!")
"Y—Y—Y—You rocking with the best"
"Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks" (Fuck y'all!)