Three 6 Mafia
Who Run It dainos žodžiai
DJ Paul:
Who run it (x15) 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 anna, but they ain't got plenty guns
I'm bustin' out luxury cars, that got the hoes on the run
I'm hearin' plenty mean words, but ain't no actions to proove
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 ring
I can pop your chest, blast glock, or pop your jive diamond ring
Bitch don't hate me hate the bank, for stacks of cheese that I take
Or hate my shiny wristband, and big ass rims I rotate
See people flip when I'm comin', got suckas 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
Taste weed when you think of me, or bread and water, I'll start it Juicy J:
What's the bizz
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, bout the Mafia droppin' birds
Runnin' from the nazi cops, throwin' out the bags of herb
Ain't afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to make you feel
If you wanna punk me out, with cartiers and droppin a 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 it boy
All I wanna know is where the G's at, where the Keyss at
Keep it easy, you don't want to get skeeted
All on this muthaf**kin' room, nigga boom
Lay you on your back so you can get up soon
Stab you in your heart with a har f**king poon
Nigga boom, nigga boom Lord Infamous:
Scarecrow's zonein, I'm still hungry, starvin' for a platinum supper
Wipein' MC's up like bounty, crooked ass set'll be eating rubber
Infamus grips gats, gun 'em all down, even ghost towns
Splish-Splash, brains on the ground, with a cannon round
Crawl back, bash him in his back, beatin' bitches down
Battle like blaze from the cross, that he never found
Catch a close encounter cause the anna kills off these rap 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 freak
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
F**k a platinum plaque, gimme money, where the dollars at
(Blap, blap) Be dead in a second for 10 G's
(Where you from?) Black haven is where I be on my P's Koopsta Knicca:
Parents please, watch out for your children
This a warnin' better lock 'em in the basement
Some of them talkin' so rugged, some corrupted ugly pussa-pussa
Close ya f**kin' mouth my nigga, Koopsta tryin' to tell ya somethin'
Peter-Peter, pussy eater, one of them f**ked by Koopsta Knicca
Knowin that joints sins, cause she married, but I don't know that nigga
Figured he'd get some killas, so he figures he'll watch us f**kin'
Put them muthaf**kin' slugs upside that thug, 'cause, oh why Chorus: DJ Paul (til fade)
Who run it (x15) 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 anna, but they ain't got plenty guns
I'm bustin' out luxury cars, that got the hoes on the run
I'm hearin' plenty mean words, but ain't no actions to proove
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 ring
I can pop your chest, blast glock, or pop your jive diamond ring
Bitch don't hate me hate the bank, for stacks of cheese that I take
Or hate my shiny wristband, and big ass rims I rotate
See people flip when I'm comin', got suckas 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
Taste weed when you think of me, or bread and water, I'll start it Juicy J:
What's the bizz
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, bout the Mafia droppin' birds
Runnin' from the nazi cops, throwin' out the bags of herb
Ain't afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to make you feel
If you wanna punk me out, with cartiers and droppin a 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 it boy
All I wanna know is where the G's at, where the Keyss at
Keep it easy, you don't want to get skeeted
All on this muthaf**kin' room, nigga boom
Lay you on your back so you can get up soon
Stab you in your heart with a har f**king poon
Nigga boom, nigga boom Lord Infamous:
Scarecrow's zonein, I'm still hungry, starvin' for a platinum supper
Wipein' MC's up like bounty, crooked ass set'll be eating rubber
Infamus grips gats, gun 'em all down, even ghost towns
Splish-Splash, brains on the ground, with a cannon round
Crawl back, bash him in his back, beatin' bitches down
Battle like blaze from the cross, that he never found
Catch a close encounter cause the anna kills off these rap 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 freak
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
F**k a platinum plaque, gimme money, where the dollars at
(Blap, blap) Be dead in a second for 10 G's
(Where you from?) Black haven is where I be on my P's Koopsta Knicca:
Parents please, watch out for your children
This a warnin' better lock 'em in the basement
Some of them talkin' so rugged, some corrupted ugly pussa-pussa
Close ya f**kin' mouth my nigga, Koopsta tryin' to tell ya somethin'
Peter-Peter, pussy eater, one of them f**ked by Koopsta Knicca
Knowin that joints sins, cause she married, but I don't know that nigga
Figured he'd get some killas, so he figures he'll watch us f**kin'
Put them muthaf**kin' slugs upside that thug, 'cause, oh why Chorus: DJ Paul (til fade)
