Make This Run lyrics

by

Pharrell Williams


[Hook x2 - Pharrell] + (Kelis)
If you love my n*ggas
I'm saying but, if you only love my n*ggas
We can make this run, for my n*ggas
And if you die, hope you'll fly high
(Don't worry baby, I'll make this money for you)

[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"]
Make me an offer I can't refuse, pistol is wild
Pretty face, no mask, undeniably fit for the job
b*tch wit a heart, ready to thump, money is king
Wit my lap on the throne strokin' a cat, runnin' a scheme

[Pharrell]
My n*ggas 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

[La Femme Nakita]
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

[Royce Da 5'9"] + (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 n*ggas is j*rks
Broke n*ggas wit cheap guns, and triggers that work
[Pharrell]
If ya pops share my, cli-ker, carry street sweepers
And hit ya more times than the worthless b*tch, on ya beeper
Revenge is that b*tch, and she won't come lesser than
So if ya hit me, God'll get me and give me breath again, b*tch, get it right

[Hook x2] w/ (Pharrel ad-libs)

[Verse 2 - Pharrell]
n*ggas wanna see me lying hurt, wanna stain my Hawaiian shirt
Cause I put it out, they supplying dirt
Two German Black b*tches, begging y'all to try and flirt
Rude and twins, and all they rock is iron skirts

[La Femme Nakita]
My b*tches got mo's of alley cats, armed wit steel bats
And mo's is stealing stacks, double back, and tally that
When sh*t go down, don't expect me to run
Never forget dun, two guns, is better than one

[Royce Da 5'9"]
This money is golden, low and behold, blowing holes
Through what I'm standing in front of you holding, n*ggas know
Trench coats in Detroit summers, you gotta mean n*gga
Wit long guns, you gon' run n*gga, run
[Pharrell]
If I die n*gga, slit my back so my wings can come out
And fly n*gga, sky high n*gga, age is my gun
If I keep f*ckin' her, I might die wit her
If you shoot me and my wings come out, then that's a fly stitcher

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Stay on ya toes, I got diamonds to watch, frukit n*ggas
I took it ol' school, got the 5-9 in the box
Dog, let me catch a n*gga eyeing my watch
What I'm firing's hot, just aim, and rely on the dot

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3 - Pharrell]
Fifty karat link-link, mad cause ya lead kink
Me and my b*tch is frozen, regardless to her pink mink
Freeze ya eyeballs, you don't want a part of that
Cardiovascular, VVS heart attack

[La Femme Nakita]
Would you blast for me, put up the cash for me
Out in the world dodging bullets, become a casualty
For ten bricks sh*t, twenty-four furs, and ten whips
I flip and sends sh*t, through b*tches appen-dix
[Pharrell]
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'

[La Femme Nakita]
It's no sane, this drug game, flourished, n*ggas transform
And hide into courage, but they blows be malnourished
Let's see who get the furbus, bag annoys ass n*gga
Extra, like you surplus

[Royce Da 5'9"] + (Royce + Pharrell + La Femme Nakita)
Huh, I come dirt, anyone under one-thirty, ya slapped
Ain't even gun worthy, f*ck yo n*ggas
I'm the king of this sh*t, thuggin, let's get these moneys
And make n*ggas dearly beloved (I love my n*ggas)

[Hook x6]
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