[Intro - Pharrell] I can run with you? (Yeah) I know you don't know me But um, don't you notice, like Everyone keeps on looking at us (come on) You know why (come on) Let me tell you why, Oh!
[Verse 1 - Pusha T] Seen set, yeah, my team set Niggas bleem so hard they say we seem wet Safe in the club, never seen me sweat Nextel on my right, hand is on my left Hot mama freeze, I like what I see Is it asking too much for you to talk to me Hit the dance floor, share a spark with me Oh, grab a booth seat in the dark wit' me Oh, you on that tough shit, play hard to get Guess you didn't know I ain't the one to fuck wit' Came a little harder, until I touched it Or be your worst nightmare making you loveless See I'm in the faster lane, baby I master game Chicks like porno flicks, they all the same Tap into they ego, just to own the brain Then keep 'em at arms-length and still callin' my name, Terror
[Chorus - Pharrell & Pusha T] You don't even know what you lookin' at Real niggas that'll push ya' back You ain't got no defense when I scream attack I can tell, I can tell You don't even know what you lookin' at Real niggas that'll push ya' back You ain't got no defense when I scream attack I can tell, I can tell
[Verse 2 - Malice] I had you locked from the interlude Talking 'bout how you hot, now you in the mood Pictured you in your friend, y'all in the nude Only 'cause I'm sure you know that the Clipse gon' blow like intertubes Works for me, got you beggin' for mercy Pillow-talk all in my ear like Kermy Keep shoving 'cause I'm lovin' the way that you work me Been on since I seen your performance in Jersey But worthy tricks be not, tips we got It's only right to charm, run game, but play me not The way we rock, y'all don't know about this Come around your block in the rimmed out Six Tented out windows cause for poked out lips But hatin' on the Clipse get y'all nowhere quick My whole clique flossin' our shit like dope dealers Five deep bustin' off heat on four wheelers
[Chorus]
[Bridge - Kelis] When the shots go across the room Who you gon' call when you lost in doom Your second's too late, we react too soon Star Trak, Clipse and the Neptunes When the shots go across the room Who you gon' call when you lost in doom Your second's too late, we react too soon Star Trak, Clipse and the Neptunes
[Verse 3 - Malice] Haters I suggest y'all quick to get back Nine double M, them rounds we spit that Cold red fill 'em with lead put 'em to bed Bloodshed one in the head, one in the red I can tell you hatin' 'cause your face balled up Simply because my neck and wrist iced all up But y'all should be inspired men and wake y'all up And prepared you to look like I won't break y'all up
[Pusha T] Haters stand by, wit' yo' hands high Got clips for y'all clique ready to fry Now you ask why, beggin' for my reply Don't talk, save it for the man in the sky You just a go-getter, who ain't no better Same, no sweater, pocket with no cheddar A chromed-out baretta, Ferrari Dioletta Wrong move you lose, Clipse comin' to get 'cha
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Pharrell] Star Trak {*heavy breathing* Your heart go {*heavy breathing* Your heart go {*heavy breathing* Everybody go {*heavy breathing*
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[Intro - Pharrell] I can run with you? (Yeah) I know you don't know me But um, don't you notice, like Everyone keeps on looking at us (come on) You know why (come on) Let me tell you why, Oh!
[Verse 1 - Pusha T] Seen set, yeah, my team set Niggas bleem so hard they say we seem wet Safe in the club, never seen me sweat Nextel on my right, hand is on my left Hot mama freeze, I like what I see Is it asking too much for you to talk to me Hit the dance floor, share a spark with me Oh, grab a booth seat in the dark wit' me Oh, you on that tough shit, play hard to get Guess you didn't know I ain't the one to fuck wit' Came a little harder, until I touched it Or be your worst nightmare making you loveless See I'm in the faster lane, baby I master game Chicks like porno flicks, they all the same Tap into they ego, just to own the brain Then keep 'em at arms-length and still callin' my name, Terror
[Chorus - Pharrell & Pusha T] You don't even know what you lookin' at Real niggas that'll push ya' back You ain't got no defense when I scream attack I can tell, I can tell You don't even know what you lookin' at Real niggas that'll push ya' back You ain't got no defense when I scream attack I can tell, I can tell
[Verse 2 - Malice] I had you locked from the interlude Talking 'bout how you hot, now you in the mood Pictured you in your friend, y'all in the nude Only 'cause I'm sure you know that the Clipse gon' blow like intertubes Works for me, got you beggin' for mercy Pillow-talk all in my ear like Kermy Keep shoving 'cause I'm lovin' the way that you work me Been on since I seen your performance in Jersey But worthy tricks be not, tips we got It's only right to charm, run game, but play me not The way we rock, y'all don't know about this Come around your block in the rimmed out Six Tented out windows cause for poked out lips But hatin' on the Clipse get y'all nowhere quick My whole clique flossin' our shit like dope dealers Five deep bustin' off heat on four wheelers
[Chorus]
[Bridge - Kelis] When the shots go across the room Who you gon' call when you lost in doom Your second's too late, we react too soon Star Trak, Clipse and the Neptunes When the shots go across the room Who you gon' call when you lost in doom Your second's too late, we react too soon Star Trak, Clipse and the Neptunes
[Verse 3 - Malice] Haters I suggest y'all quick to get back Nine double M, them rounds we spit that Cold red fill 'em with lead put 'em to bed Bloodshed one in the head, one in the red I can tell you hatin' 'cause your face balled up Simply because my neck and wrist iced all up But y'all should be inspired men and wake y'all up And prepared you to look like I won't break y'all up
[Pusha T] Haters stand by, wit' yo' hands high Got clips for y'all clique ready to fry Now you ask why, beggin' for my reply Don't talk, save it for the man in the sky You just a go-getter, who ain't no better Same, no sweater, pocket with no cheddar A chromed-out baretta, Ferrari Dioletta Wrong move you lose, Clipse comin' to get 'cha
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Pharrell] Star Trak {*heavy breathing* Your heart go {*heavy breathing* Your heart go {*heavy breathing* Everybody go {*heavy breathing*
[Chorus]
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