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[DJ Paul:] Who run it [15]



[Chorus: DJ Paul (4x)]

These bitches ain`t runnin`(runnin`), shit but y`all mouth

Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out



[DJ Paul]

These niggaz got plenty ammo, but they ain`t got plenty guns

I`m bustin` out of these cars, got the hoes on the run

I`m hearin` plenty of words, but ain`t no actions to boot

We can do some straight war for war, we can do some stickin` and movin`

We can meet in the middle of these streets or in the middle of this rain

I can pop your chest, blast the glock, or pop your jaw diamond ring

Bitch don`t hate me hate the bank, or snatch the G`s that I take

Or hate my shiny wristband, and big ass rims I rotate

See people flip when I`m comin`, got some of `em sick at the stomach

They wonder what I brought in, they wonder what I got comin`

Niggaz I`m comin` like this, off in your mouth like a bitch

Test me when you think I`m in, I`m bringing water, I`ll start it



[Juicy J]

What`s this

It`s that player that you love to hate, always see come out the bank

Always have to mention my name, when you high on that drank

Catch you with this boy you can`t, cause you know I`m holdin` rank

When you see the platinum Rolex with the ice it make you faint

Through the streets now have you heard, out the Mafia droppin` birds

Runnin` from the massive cops, tossin` out the bags of herb

Ain`t afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to make you feel

If you wanna punk me out, pop these niggaz in they grill



[Chorus: DJ Paul (2x)]



[Crunchy Black:]

I can`t take any more, I`m bout to explode

I`m bout to overload, I`m bout to kill boy

All I wanna know is where the G`s at, where the Ki`s at

Keep it easy, you don`t want to get skeedit

All on this motherfuckin room, nigga boom

Get on your back so we can get up soon

Stab you in your heart with a har-fuckin-poon

Nigga boom, nigga boom



[Lord Infamous]

Scarecrow`s on it, I`m still hungry, stoppin` for a platinum supper

Wipe it easy, some black founded, crooked ass set`ll be eating rubber

Casue if they skit-skat, gun `em all down, even ghost towns

Splish-Splash, brains on the ground, with a cannon round

Ball bat, bash him in his back, beatin` bitches down

Battle like blaze from the cross, that he never found

Catch a close encounter from the anarchism of these A-bombs

Chemical reaction cause the venom shot in to his arm



[Chorus: DJ Paul (3x)]



[Gangsta Boo]

Here we go, all you weak ass hoes

In my face like you my friend

Triple Six dropped in again, time to make ends

Dope game , my game, hoes lame, it`s a shame

How that Gangsta Boo is runnin` the click up on you bitches man

Fat cat, what I be, packin` how you love that

Fuck a platinum plaque, gimme money, where the dollars at

(Blap, blap) We dare them to stack it for 10 G`s

(Where you from?) Black haven is where I be on my P`s



[Koopsta Knicca]

Parents beware, watch out for your children

This the one that`ll lock `em in the basement

Some of them talkin` so rugged, some corrupted ugly pussa-pussa

Cause the fuckin` all my niggaz, Koopsta tryin` to tell ya somethin`

Peter-Peter, pussy eater, one of them fucked by Koopsta Knicca

Lord, I done some sins, cause she married, but I don`t know that nigga

Figured he is a killa, so he figures he`ll watch us fuckin`

Put them muthafuckin` slugs upside that thug, cuz, oh my



[Chorus: DJ Paul (til fade)]

[DJ Paul:] Who run it [15]



[Chorus: DJ Paul (4x)]

These bitches ain`t runnin`(runnin`), shit but y`all mouth

Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out



[DJ Paul]

These niggaz got plenty ammo, but they ain`t got plenty guns

I`m bustin` out of these cars, got the hoes on the run

I`m hearin` plenty of words, but ain`t no actions to boot

We can do some straight war for war, we can do some stickin` and movin`

We can meet in the middle of these streets or in the middle of this rain

I can pop your chest, blast the glock, or pop your jaw diamond ring

Bitch don`t hate me hate the bank, or snatch the G`s that I take

Or hate my shiny wristband, and big ass rims I rotate

See people flip when I`m comin`, got some of `em sick at the stomach

They wonder what I brought in, they wonder what I got comin`

Niggaz I`m comin` like this, off in your mouth like a bitch

Test me when you think I`m in, I`m bringing water, I`ll start it



[Juicy J]

What`s this

It`s that player that you love to hate, always see come out the bank

Always have to mention my name, when you high on that drank

Catch you with this boy you can`t, cause you know I`m holdin` rank

When you see the platinum Rolex with the ice it make you faint

Through the streets now have you heard, out the Mafia droppin` birds

Runnin` from the massive cops, tossin` out the bags of herb

Ain`t afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to make you feel

If you wanna punk me out, pop these niggaz in they grill



[Chorus: DJ Paul (2x)]



[Crunchy Black:]

I can`t take any more, I`m bout to explode

I`m bout to overload, I`m bout to kill boy

All I wanna know is where the G`s at, where the Ki`s at

Keep it easy, you don`t want to get skeedit

All on this motherfuckin room, nigga boom

Get on your back so we can get up soon

Stab you in your heart with a har-fuckin-poon

Nigga boom, nigga boom



[Lord Infamous]

Scarecrow`s on it, I`m still hungry, stoppin` for a platinum supper

Wipe it easy, some black founded, crooked ass set`ll be eating rubber

Casue if they skit-skat, gun `em all down, even ghost towns

Splish-Splash, brains on the ground, with a cannon round

Ball bat, bash him in his back, beatin` bitches down

Battle like blaze from the cross, that he never found

Catch a close encounter from the anarchism of these A-bombs

Chemical reaction cause the venom shot in to his arm



[Chorus: DJ Paul (3x)]



[Gangsta Boo]

Here we go, all you weak ass hoes

In my face like you my friend

Triple Six dropped in again, time to make ends

Dope game , my game, hoes lame, it`s a shame

How that Gangsta Boo is runnin` the click up on you bitches man

Fat cat, what I be, packin` how you love that

Fuck a platinum plaque, gimme money, where the dollars at

(Blap, blap) We dare them to stack it for 10 G`s

(Where you from?) Black haven is where I be on my P`s



[Koopsta Knicca]

Parents beware, watch out for your children

This the one that`ll lock `em in the basement

Some of them talkin` so rugged, some corrupted ugly pussa-pussa

Cause the fuckin` all my niggaz, Koopsta tryin` to tell ya somethin`

Peter-Peter, pussy eater, one of them fucked by Koopsta Knicca

Lord, I done some sins, cause she married, but I don`t know that nigga

Figured he is a killa, so he figures he`ll watch us fuckin`

Put them muthafuckin` slugs upside that thug, cuz, oh my



[Chorus: DJ Paul (til fade)]

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