Make This Run
Royce Da 5 Lyrics

If you love my niggaz
If you love all of us

I'm saying but, if you only love my niggaz
But if you only love some of us

We can make this run, for my niggaz
We can do this together for all of us

And if you die, hope you'll fly high
And if you pass away, may you rest in peace and ascend to the heavens

(Don't worry baby, I'll make this money for you)
(Don't worry, I'll take care of you financially)

Make me an offer I can't refuse, pistol is wild
Offer me something truly valuable, and I'll do what it takes – even use my gun if I have to

Pretty face, no mask, undeniably fit for the job
You're the perfect person for this task, with your good looks and lack of dishonesty

Bitch wit a heart, ready to thump, money is king
You may be tough on the outside, but you're still compassionate. However, we must remember that money is the ultimate goal

Wit my lap on the throne strokin' a cat, runnin' a scheme
I'm in charge, calling the shots and executing my plans

My niggaz get high off the reefer, and quick to heat ya
My associates smoke weed and can become aggressive when provoked

If ya feel ya cold-blooded, I got something to heat ya
If you're ready to match our ruthlessness, we won't hesitate to use our weapons against you

It's called a hollow tip, dumb, dumb, follow clip and numb some
Our bullets are hollow, lethal, and will cause immense pain

If you don't know the language, then don't speak the gun dun
If you're not familiar with firearms, don't even attempt to handle one

Eyes like black chips of glass, little wit an unholy light
Your eyes are dark and piercing, hinting at your sinister nature

Ya chances of survival, like a roll of these dice
Your likelihood of surviving is like the roll of the dice – uncertain and often unlucky

Execution style, ski-mask, no smile
We'll kill you methodically, wearing masks and devoid of emotion

Throw the ace, in the hidden safe, up under the towel
Hide valuable items in a safe, stashed unnoticed beneath a towel

We definitely blow, stick wit me, know ya limitations
We're destined for success, but you need to follow my lead and recognize your boundaries

Speak when spoke up, stay away from the rest of these hoes
Only speak when spoken to, and avoid interactions with other women

You ready to kill (No doubt) these niggaz is jerks
You're prepared to take someone's life if needed – these people are foolish and deserving of punishment

Broke niggaz wit cheap guns, and triggers that work
Our enemies are poor, poorly armed, but still pose a threat

If ya pops share my, cli-ker, carry street sweepers
If your father agrees with my tactics, we'll arm ourselves with powerful shotguns

And hit ya more times than the worthless bitch, on ya beeper
We'll hit you with more shots than the little messages on your pager

Revenge is that bitch, and she won't come lesser than
The desire for revenge is a powerful emotion – we won't settle for anything less than full retribution

So if ya hit me, God'll get me and give me breath again, bitch, get it right
If you hurt me, I'll come back stronger than ever, so don't underestimate me

Niggaz want to see me lying hurt, want to stain my Hawaiian shirt
People want to harm me and ruin my image, even ruining my expensive clothing

'Cause I put it out, they supplying dirt
People are trying to bring me down because I've achieved a certain level of success

Two German Black bitches, begging y'all to try and flirt
Two attractive women are trying to seduce our enemies

Rude and twins, and all they rock is iron skirts
These women are tough and wear metallic skirts

My bitches got mo's of alley cats, armed wit steel bats
My associates are as unpredictable as alley cats, and armed with weapons

And mo's is stealing stacks, double back, and tally that
They're also skilled at stealing large sums of cash, turning around and then counting/keeping track of the ill-gotten gains

When shit go down, don't expect me to run
When there's danger or conflict, don't expect me to back down

Never forget dun, two guns, is better than one
Always remember that two guns are better than just one

This money is golden, low and behold, blowing holes
Money is the key to our success, and we're willing to do whatever it takes to get it

Through what I'm standing in front of you holding, niggaz know
Even if it means shooting through something or someone in front of us, we're still willing to do it

Trench coats in Detroit summers, you gotta mean nigga
Wearing thick clothing in the hot Detroit summer is a sign of toughness

Wit long guns, you gon' run nigga, run
Armed with rifles, our enemies won't stand a chance and will end up running away

If I die nigga, slit my back so my wings can come out
If I die, don't just leave me – help me 'fly' to my next life

And fly nigga, sky high nigga, age is my gun
I want to soar high like a bird after I pass away, and live forever through my legacy

If I keep fuckin' her, I might die wit her
If I keep being intimate with this woman, it might lead to my own downfall

If you shoot me and my wings come out, then that's a fly stitcher
If someone kills me and I ascend to the heavens, that'll be a unique way to stitch my wounds

Stay on ya toes, I got diamonds to watch, frukit niggaz
Stay alert, I have valuable diamonds to protect and there's always someone trying to steal them

I took it ol' school, got the 5-9 in the box
I'm carrying an old-school gun, a classic 5-9 model, to handle any threats

Dog, let me catch a nigga eyeing my watch
If anyone tries to steal my watch, it won't end well for them

What I'm firing's hot, just aim, and rely on the dot
My gun is powerful and reliable; just aim and shoot

Fifty karat link-link, mad 'cause ya lead kink
I have a valuable necklace and someone is envious of it

Me and my bitch is frozen, regardless to her pink mink
My girlfriend/wife and I both have expensive jewelry and clothing

Freeze ya eyeballs, you don't want a part of that
If someone's eyeballs are frozen, they won't be able to handle the intensity of our actions

Cardiovascular, VVS heart attack
Even looking at our high-quality diamonds may give someone a heart attack

Would you blast for me, put up the cash for me
Would you be willing to use violence for me, and put up money to help us achieve our goals?

Out in the world dodging bullets, become a casualty
Being in this line of work means there's always a risk of being hurt or killed

For ten bricks shit, twenty-four furs, and ten whips
For ten million dollars, twenty-four fur coats, and ten luxury cars

I flip and sends shit, through bitches appen-dix
I make money by trafficking drugs and using women as mules to transport them

For my beach fifty grand, I'm laughing at that advance
I'm able to make fifty thousand dollars with ease, and that small amount of money is laughable compared to what I'm used to making

I spent that at Dolce, on shirts, shades, and leather pants
I just spent that much money at the luxury fashion brand Dolce & Gabbana on clothing and accessories

Million dollar deals, Lord I'm scared my life's changing
Deals worth millions of dollars are almost too good to be true, and may change my life in unexpected ways

Cupid's cousin, money keeping shooting, wit nice aimin'
Money is just as dangerous as Cupid's arrow, and we're using it to shoot our way to success

It's no sane, this drug game, flourished, niggaz transform
The drug trade is not a sane business – people completely change after being involved in it

And hide into courage, but they blows be malnourished
People may try to act brave, but they're not physically or emotionally equipped to handle it

Let's see who get the furbus, bag annoys ass nigga
Let's see who ends up with the fur coats, a term for an annoying/bothersome person

Extra, like you surplus
This person is excessive, acting like they have more than they really do

Huh, I come dirt, anyone under one-thirty, ya slapped
I come from a difficult upbringing, and I'll take out anyone who crosses me if they're under one hundred and thirty pounds

Ain't even gun worthy, fuck yo niggaz
They're not even worth the effort of using a gun – I'll take them out with my bare hands

I'm the king of this shit, thuggin, let's get these moneys
I'm the leader of this group, and we should focus on making money through whatever means necessary

And make niggaz dearly beloved (I love my niggaz)
And may those who pass away in pursuit of this money be remembered and cherished by us

Yeah, yeah, yo
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