Chords and lyrics for Run This Town by Jay-z
Am
Feel
it
G
comin’ in the
Am
air
Hear the
F
screams from every
Am
where
I’m a
G
ddicted to the
Am
thrill
It’s a
F
dangerous love a
Am
ffair
Can’t be
G
scared when it goes
Am
down
Got a
F
problem, tell me
Am
now
Only
G
thing that’s on my
Am
mind
Is who’s gonna
F
run this town to
Am
night
G
Am
Is who’s gonna
F
run this town t
Am
onigh
G
t
Am
We
gonna
F
run this town
Am
We are, yeah I said it
G
we
are
This is Roc
Am
Nation, pledge your
F
allegiance
Get y’all
Am
fatigues on, all black
G
everything
Black cards,
Am
black cars, all black
F
everything
And our girls are
Am
blackbirds, ridin’ with they
G
dillingers
I’d get more
Am
in depth, if you boys really
F
real
enough
This is la
Am
familia, I’ll explain
G
later
But for now
Am
let me get back to this
F
paper
I’m a couple bands
Am
down and I’m tryin’ to get
G
back
I gave the other
Am
grip, I lost a flip for five
F
stacks
Yeah I’m talkin’
Am
five comma six zeros
G
dot zero here it go
Am
Back to runnin’ circles ’round
F
niggas now we squared up
Am
Hold
up
Life’s a
G
game but it’s not
Am
fair
I break the
F
rules so I don’t
Am
care
So I keep
G
doin’ my own
Am
thing
Walkin’
F
tall against the
Am
rain
Victo
G
ry’s within the
Am
mile
Almost
F
there, don’t give up
Am
now
Only
G
thing that’s on my
Am
mind
Is who’s gonna
F
run this town to
Am
night
Heeeey
G
hey hey hey hey
Am
hey
Hey
F
hey hey hey
Am
hey
Heeeey
G
hey hey hey hey
Am
hey
Is who’s gonna
F
run this town to
Am
night (Hey hey hey hey)
Am
We are yeah I said it
G
we
are
You can call me
Am
Cesar in a dark
F
Czar
Please follow the
Am
leader so Eric B.
G
we
are
Microphone
Am
fiend it’s the return of
F
thee God peace God
Am
Ah ah and
G
ain’t nobody fresher
I’m i
Am
n mason ah
F
Martin
Margiela
On the
Am
tape we’re screamin’ fuck the other
G
side, they jealous
We got a
Am
bankhead full of broads they got a
F
table full of fellas
Am
And
they
G
ain’t spending no cake
Am
They should throw they hand in ’cause
F
they ain’t got no spades
Am
My
whole
G
team got dough
So my
Am
bankhead is lookin’ like
F
millionaire’s ‘fro (yeah)
Am
It’s crazy how you can
G
go from being Joe Blow
Am
To everybody on your
F
dick, no homo
Am
I bought my whole family
G
whips, no Volvos
Am
Next time I’m in church,
F
please no photos
Am
Police
escorts
G
everybody
passports
Am
This the life that
F
everybody ask for
Am
This a fast life
G
we are on a crash course
Am
What you think I rap for to
F
push a fucking RAV 4
Am
But I know that if
G
I stay stunting
Am
All these girls only
F
gonna want one thing
Am
I could spend my whole life
G
good will hunting
Am
Only good gon’ come is as
F
good when I’m cumming
Am
She got a ass that’ll
G
swallow up a g-string
Am
And up top, unh,
F
two bee stings
Am
And I’m beasting
G
off the riesling
Am
And my nigga just
F
made it out the precinct
Am
We give a damn about the
G
drama that your dude bring
Am
I’m just tryin’ to change the
F
color on your mood ring
Am
Reebok baby You
G
need to drop some new things
Am
Have you ever had
F
shoes without shoe strings?
Am
What’s that ‘Ye
G
? baby, these heels
Am
Is that a may, what
F
, Baby, these wheels
Am
You trippin’ when you
G
ain’t sippin’ have a refill
You
Am
feelin’ like you runnin’ huh,
F
now you know how we feel (Wassup)
Am
Heeeey
G
hey hey hey hey
Am
hey
Hey
F
hey hey hey
Am
hey
Heeeey
G
hey hey hey hey
Am
hey
Hey
F
hey hey hey
Am
hey
(wassup)
Am
Heeeey
G
hey hey hey hey
Am
hey
Hey
F
hey hey hey hey
Am
Heeeey
G
hey hey hey hey
Am
hey
We gonna
F
run this town to
Am
night
