[chorus - 50 Cent]
The walls have ears lil' ni**a, I run New York,
Even when I ain't there lil' ni**a, I run New York,
I said the walls have ears lil' ni**a, I hear when you talk,
Let's get this sh*t clear lil' ni**a, I run New York

[verse 1 - 50 Cent]
I wake up, stare at the ceilin',
I'm alive, what a beautiful feelin',
I put my vest on right after I put on my draws,
It's a habit I'm always prepared for war,
See my life's like some shit, you seen in a flick,
Bitches act like pornstars when they sit on a dick,
When I was gettin out the game I said "one more flick",
Test my aim in the range I'm like "one more clip",
It's my brain, I'm insane, I be on some shit,
Man I run Interscope, Jada's tryna annoy me,
Nuthin' but another disgruntled employee,
He been in the game ten years and he still ain't rich,
Even his mama upset that he still ain't shit,
And he keep runnin his yap, like I'ma take all that,
One more word out his mouth I'll push Style's sh*t back,
See the nozzle on my tre pound is three inches long,
And the kicker on the fo' fo's extremly strong,
With a little tre duce is like pop, pop,
Chase his a** up the block til his b***h a** drop,
And the verses he be kickin' none of 'em hot,
Cos he ain't got none of that sh*t he says he got,
And he ain't did none of that sh*t he said he did,
And I ain't got time to be talkin 'bout this shit, (fuckin' faggot)

[chorus - 50 Cent]
I get busy lil' ni**a, I run New York,
Yeah I live in Ct lil' ni**a, but I run New York,
And I don't go to parties lil' ni**a, but I run New York,
And I stay gettin Cs lil' ni**a, cos I run New York
(Yayo, tell 'em I run New York)

[verse 2 - Tony Yayo]
My money is longer than yours, better call your recouster,
Lox made more money in them dam shiny suits,
The game is about sales, drugs and rappin,
Jada f**k your punchlines, my shirt goes platinum,
Style's and sheeklooch went double plastic,
Yayo, Buck and Banks is puttin out classics,
A hundred shots, a hundred clips, y'all ready to die,
Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he scared to fly,
Automatic mossberg, who want a piece of this pump,
I'll have Ja Rule buryed in some high heel pump,
Feds stuck in a bullet-proof, man f**k that,
Homie, shoot up my whip, you only leave a scratch,
Yo, I slip cocaine, in your project lobby,
And beat you wit my pistol like Kane did Charlie,
It's T.O.N.Y.Y.A.Y.O.,
My whole clique, got dough,my hO's on the slide pole,
C4s, we fly on lear's,
And my rocks lookin like, Flash lights on my ears, ni**a

[chorus - 50 Cent]
When I'm down in DC lil' ni**a, I tell 'em, I run New York,
When I'm out in Philly lil' homie, I run New York,
When I'm in VA I tell ni**az guess what, I run New York,
I'm in NC ni**az holla at the moon, cos I run New York,
(Yayo tell 'em I run New York)

[50 Cent talking]
Now who the f**k told that lil' ni**a he can talk to me like that? Catch my bottle up and roll him somewhere, [laughing] D.Y. wanna talk to me, wanna tell
me what's goin on. Want me to serve him somethin' for real, cos I'll serve, murder [laughing] eh, eh get Puffy on the phone, tell him I said, tell the
ni**a I said get out the mil for a second let me talk to him. Puffy da only ni**a a muthafucka pops, tell him I won't buy the ni**a Jadakiss pokes. Nigga
still ain't a coupe. Ah, ni**a, you in da way. You owe money ni**a, aw man, now why you make me put yo' business in da street. Now ni**az know you ain't
shit, damn! I see yo' punk a** in da paper, cos you ain't returnin them jewels you borrowed, you better give 'em back, you dirty ni**a. Ain't none of that
shit you be wearin yours. [laughing] We coulda kept this secret, ni**a. These ni**az I'm supposed to beef wit. Aw man, this fight is fixed, you been set
up, [laughing] that's what he gonna say, "they set me up, man." I ain't even go through that