how how we got to put down my nigga We got to run neck to neck with these niggas, let's go We run this shit, Terror Squad We run this shit, Terror Squad
how we got to put down my nigga We got to run neck to neck with these niggas, lets go [Chorus] We run this shit, Terror Squad We run this shit, Terror Squad [Fat Joe
Traduction: Fat Joe. We Run This Shit.
we got to put down my nigga We got to run neck to neck with these niggas, lets go [Chorus] We run this shit, Terror Squad We run this shit, Terror Squad [Fat Joe
We ain't makin friends while these niggas is Anistons Dig, these niggas is fake joe Hip-Hop need to wake up, we the fuckin clock radios [Hook:] We original officially the most original If we
money over here Makin money everywhere We got hella money We get hella doe We got hella hunnys We get hella hoes Hey! [Verse 3:] I'm from the Bay And we
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
, I Bet You Like Me Now Mo Then You Eva Did This Is Real Shit (Ay Bay Bay) This Is Why Im Hot, Yea This Is Why Im Hot We Can Party Like A Rockstar Nonstop
Whoo!) That shit was bla-bla-bla, bla-blaze! (word) Now we gon' se-se-set, se-set this one up for my man Mercenary (aight aight yo let's do this) (whassup
remember Ump beating the rape mistrial, celebrating the win. Ya'll can try to stop Miami but this shit will never end. Tell them boys to keep running that shit
(feat. Young Jeezy, Juelz Santana & others) [Dj Khaled] Dj Khaled, we the best, nigga we the best man Whoo we nikka (listenn) [Young Jeezy] Just got
hey young jeezy) (you got me we run this man we run this) [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] I'm so H to the double O-D I run this god damn money on me Pocket so
, Birdman, Ace Hood, Fat Joe, Jadakiss, Bun B, Game & Waka Flocka Flame] [Talking: DJ Khaled & T-Pain] I'm foreal about this shit, this the remix (welcome
real!) [Verse 3:] This ain't "Ether", nah, this ain't "Hit 'em up" This is a lot of dead bodies, who gonna pick them up We just shot the corner Who gonna
get lonely on top You can hate me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he got When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop You sell
reason you new westcoast nigga's got a deal While I was doin mixtapes, they was watching College Hill For real, you motherfuck's ain't got half my skill I run this shit