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We Run The Town Lyrics

from V6: The Gift

"We Run The Town" is track #5 on the album V6: The Gift.
"We Run The Town" is track #5 on the album V6: The Gift.

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[Featuring: Vado]

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Do you have any idea what you stumbled on?
Quick chills everytime song is on
I'm heating up and I'm 'bout to pop
My style came from the sons of corn
Shine so bright, give the crowd shades
Might get burned when the son perform
On point cause you don't get two mistakes
There's wolves and apes, I'm jungle born
? to myself
Four G's on these belts
You cool freezin', I'm so even
See? season we stealth
Banks got the game in a headlock
This ain't gon' feel like a late shot
More like I'm rammin' y'all with a cannon ball
And air you out 'til your head pop
Now everybody poppin' shit cause I'm popular
Think I just seen a binocular
Put me anywhere and I'll stand out
Kick a sixteen at an opera
Figured I'd bring out a throwback
Bitch look mean,? jockin' her
But I'm game tight and you know that
And I'm yellin' out "Where the hoes at?"
Sellin' out of the Kodak
Tell 'em that I'll never go back
Killin' em now let the dough stack
Still be a legend with no plaque
Million dollar on my doormat
I get 'em with one of my old raps
I'm chilln' with something exclusive
On the Southside, nigga 'ol that

Shouts to my bitches, I got a million
Fuck all my haters, fuck how they feelin'
My money is up, up to the ceiling
You buzz done died down, I did the killin shit
We run the town
G'd up, hoodies down
We run the town
G'd up, hoodies down

[Verse 2: Vado]
Ayo, my mask on like gimme dat
Mags long, we empty that
Act wrong we clap strong
Air max on my Fendi strap
Four door that Bentley black
Light cars drop plenty racks
? we spark fours
You want more than these snitchin' caps
Far from hungry, who?
Nigga you don't know what they put me through
Shit I came from the block with a rock from the stu
When you were tryna block, shoot the rock, go to school
Never thought? cops even move
Or even when it's hot? play it cool
Yeah I served that, where you learn that from?
? clean get the mop with the tool
Bossling, they call me Rothstein
The safe deposit through Rolls Royces, gulf stream
Walk in closets show every brand of cloth seen
I wear my pockets, take 50 grand exhausting

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