Lil Wayne — Run This Town

[Intro] Yeah Millzy, I see you T told me, "Do this shit" So I'ma do this shit No Ceilings! Yeah, haha Hahaha I'ma run this town tonight All right, now Ugh [Verse] Nigga, we are so ready for the war C-A-R-T-E-R, put the beat in ER I'm colder than "B-R," add another three Rs Watch me like DVD/VCR Pump to your chest, I ain't talking CPR Riding this track like a motherfucking streetcar New Orleans coroner—his name is Frank Minyard Fuck with me wrong, you’ll be waking up in his yard Man, I go crazy on the beat, I go nimrod Man, I act a ass, treat the beat like a hem'rrhoid Man, I go to work on the beat, call it "employed" Man, I kicks it, bitch, get your shinguard! Ugh Young Money run this—towns, countries I still eat rappers—mmm, scrumptious My goons tote thumpers, they pump 'em like krumpers Anybody beat, I'm gon' go Archie Bunkers Tunechi be the wildest, let's run the metropolis I pop like lollys, you drop like eyelids The money keep calling, I hear the shit dialing And they say money talks, you can hear my shit holl'ing You softer than ny-lin; oops, I meant "nylon" Perfection is the goal, and I’m headed to the pylon Crown fit me good, I ain’t even got to try on The pistol mean business—that bitch should have a tie on T done told me, "Do this shit," so I had to do this shit I get superhero money, call a nigga "super-rich" Keep it "super" for a while, let me get on my "super-" shit Super-ill, super-sick—dog, I go super-Vick Ran into a superwoman, turned her to a super-bitch Hit her with that super-dick, she be coming super-quick Super-Millz, Mack, Tyga, Streets, 'Nelly, Super Nick' Super-Drizzy, Gudda, Chuckee, Twist, that's the super-clique Now, I’m off that "super" shit, fuck that shit, I super-quit Running circles 'round the game, like a hula hoop and shit You gon' have to loop this shit, there won’t be a duplicate And my blunts be super-thick, I'm higher than a Supra kick I—I’m the bomb, baby, watch me nuke this shit When I leave the booth, they gotta scoop this shit My apologies, diabolically I’m the prodigy—do you roger me? I look in the flames and see a hotter me But how come I’m still colder than common-ly? Yeah, we run this town, like a lot of feet Young Mula, baby; I'm proud of me