Make This Run - Royce 5'9, Pharrell Williams, Kelis

If you love my niggas

I’m saying but, if you only love my niggas

We can make this run, for my niggas

And if you die, hope you’ll fly high

(Don't worry baby, I’ll make this money for you)

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

My niggas 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

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

+ (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 niggas is jerks

Broke niggas wit cheap guns, and triggers that work

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

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

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

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

w/ (Pharrel ad-libs)

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

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

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

This money is golden, low and behold, blowing holes

Through what I’m standing in front of you holding, niggas know

Trench coats in Detroit summers, you gotta mean nigga

Wit long guns, you gon' run nigga, run

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

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

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

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

Dog, let me catch a nigga eyeing my watch

What I’m firing’s hot, just aim, and rely on the dot

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

Out in the world dodging bullets, become a casualty

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

I flip and sends shit, through bitches appen-dix

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'

It’s no sane, this drug game, flourished, niggas transform

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 + Pharrell + La Femme Nakita)

Huh, I come dirt, anyone under one-thirty, ya slapped

Ain’t even gun worthy, fuck yo niggas

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

And make niggas dearly beloved (I love my niggas)