| Song | We Run This Sh*t |
| Artist | Fat Joe |
| Album | Loyalty |
| 作词 : Cartagena, Turner | |
| Uhh, yeah uhh, yo uh, you know who rule this *****t | |
| This city is mine | |
| I blaze up like | |
| Diddy and | |
| ShyneAnybody want beef with the | |
| D.O.NGuaranteed it would be | |
| O.N, I could see your kin | |
| Crouched up over in a humble position | |
| Praying hard oh my | |
| God if He only would listen | |
| Somos poco pero locos my trienta ocho a leave you roto | |
| The side of your face the size of a plate | |
| For hiding the weight, you just should of give it | |
| My squad bring horror to rap like | |
| Wes' Craven | |
| Any track | |
| I spitted on, | |
| I *****tted on | |
| Anybody disagree'n with that we could get it on | |
| Keep a fitted on to match the rest of my clothing | |
| Got a ill with just the leapardcan showing | |
| And he got a pipe in his mouth that's how | |
| Like to see the fiend's with a pipe in they mouth | |
| If my ***** a disrespect shot light in the couch | |
| Best believe | |
| I'm a squeeze this freaking pipe in his mouth | |
| I'm the kid that they yapping about they won't stop | |
| Pearl white | |
| Cadillac you got it drop | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Crack that how how we got to put down my ***** | |
| We got to run neck to neck with these *****s, let's go | |
| We run this *****t, | |
| Terror Squad | |
| We run this *****t, | |
| Terror Squad | |
| Case closed casket closed, but this is not a close call | |
| But is over for y'all brains splattered on the wall | |
| Arms is missing, everything we seek the truth far from fiction | |
| Hope y'all not far from listening, game's over | |
| B2 up north style pillowcase full of soda | |
| I warned y'all ah and | |
| I usually don't do that | |
| I usually put the tool were your tooth at | |
| And introduced you to my shoes to the chrome | |
| Three seconds after that is a rap for your dome | |
| And I hate to paint a picture so perfect | |
| Believe me dog is just for calling the act makes me nervous | |
| My soul purpose is to rep for real | |
| My no Camazari *****s having the death of mills | |
| You slept on | |
| Crillz now the kids backs | |
| With the fourth fifth griz gat | |
| Leave your vision pitched black | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Crack we need to represent ***** | |
| We to strong to real for these *****s, let's move | |
| We run this *****t, | |
| Terror Squad | |
| We run this *****t, | |
| Terror Squad |
| zuò cí : Cartagena, Turner | |
| Uhh, yeah uhh, yo uh, you know who rule this t | |
| This city is mine | |
| I blaze up like | |
| Diddy and | |
| ShyneAnybody want beef with the | |
| D. O. NGuaranteed it would be | |
| O. N, I could see your kin | |
| Crouched up over in a humble position | |
| Praying hard oh my | |
| God if He only would listen | |
| Somos poco pero locos my trienta ocho a leave you roto | |
| The side of your face the size of a plate | |
| For hiding the weight, you just should of give it | |
| My squad bring horror to rap like | |
| Wes' Craven | |
| Any track | |
| I spitted on, | |
| I tted on | |
| Anybody disagree' n with that we could get it on | |
| Keep a fitted on to match the rest of my clothing | |
| Got a ill with just the leapardcan showing | |
| And he got a pipe in his mouth that' s how | |
| Like to see the fiend' s with a pipe in they mouth | |
| If my a disrespect shot light in the couch | |
| Best believe | |
| I' m a squeeze this freaking pipe in his mouth | |
| I' m the kid that they yapping about they won' t stop | |
| Pearl white | |
| Cadillac you got it drop | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Crack that how how we got to put down my | |
| We got to run neck to neck with these s, let' s go | |
| We run this t, | |
| Terror Squad | |
| We run this t, | |
| Terror Squad | |
| Case closed casket closed, but this is not a close call | |
| But is over for y' all brains splattered on the wall | |
| Arms is missing, everything we seek the truth far from fiction | |
| Hope y' all not far from listening, game' s over | |
| B2 up north style pillowcase full of soda | |
| I warned y' all ah and | |
| I usually don' t do that | |
| I usually put the tool were your tooth at | |
| And introduced you to my shoes to the chrome | |
| Three seconds after that is a rap for your dome | |
| And I hate to paint a picture so perfect | |
| Believe me dog is just for calling the act makes me nervous | |
| My soul purpose is to rep for real | |
| My no Camazari s having the death of mills | |
| You slept on | |
| Crillz now the kids backs | |
| With the fourth fifth griz gat | |
| Leave your vision pitched black | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Crack we need to represent | |
| We to strong to real for these s, let' s move | |
| We run this t, | |
| Terror Squad | |
| We run this t, | |
| Terror Squad |