Three 6 Mafia - Who Run It Lyrics
Dj paul:Who run it (x15)Chorus: dj paul (4x)These *****es aint runnin(runnin), shit but yall mouthCause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed outDj paul:These niggaz got plenty ammo, but they aint got plenty gunsIm bustin out of these cars, got the hoes on the runIm hearin plenty of words, but aint no actions to bootWe can do some straight war for war, we can do some stickin and movinWe can meet in the middle of these streets or in the middle of this rainI can pop your chest, blast the glock, or pop your jaw diamond ring***** dont hate me hate the bank, or snatch the gs that I takeOr hate my shiny wristband, and big ass rims I rotateSee people flip when Im comin, got some of em sick at the stomachThey wonder what I brought in, they wonder what I got cominNiggaz Im comin like this, off in your mouth like a *****Test me when you think Im in, Im bringing water, Ill start itJuicy j:Whats thisIts that player that you love to hate, always see come out the bankAlways have to mention my name, when you high on that drankCatch you with this boy you cant, cause you know Im holdin rankWhen you see the platinum rolex with the ice it make you faintThrough the streets now have you heard, out the mafia droppin birdsRunnin from the nazi cops, tossin out the bags of herbAint afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to make you feelIf you wanna punk me out, pop these niggaz in they grillChorus: dj paul (2x)Crunchy black:I cant take any more, Im bout to explodeIm bout to overload, Im bout to kill boyAll I wanna know is where the gs at, where the kis atKeep it easy, you dont want to get speedyAll on this mutha*****in boo, nigga booGet on your back so we can get up soonStab you in your heart with a hard *****ing poonNigga boo, nigga booLord infamous:Scarecrows on it, Im still hungry, stoppin for a platinum supperWipe it easy, some black founded, crooked ass setll be eating rubberCasue if they skit-skat, gun em all down, even ghost townsSplish-splash, brains on the ground, with a cannon roundBall bat, bash him in his back, beatin *****es downBattle like blaze from the cross, that he never foundCatch a close encounter from the anarchism of these a-bombsChemical reaction cause the venom shot in to his armChorus: dj paul (3x)Gangsta boo:Here we go, all you weak ass hoesIn my face like you my friendTriple six dropped in again, time to make endsDope game , my game, hoes lame, its a shameHow that gangsta boo is runnin the click up on you *****es manFat cat, what I be, packin how you love that***** a platinum plaque, gimme money, where the dollars at(blap, blap) we dare them to stack it for 10 gs(where you from? ) black haven is where I be on my psKoopsta knicca:Parents beware, watch out for your childrenThis the one thatll lock em in the basementSome of them talkin so rugged, some corrupted ugly pussa-pussaCause the *****in all my niggaz, koopsta tryin to tell ya somethinPeter-peter, ***** eater, one of them *****ed by koopsta kniccaLord, I done some sins, cause she married, but I dont know that niggaFigured he is a killa, so he figures hell watch us *****inPut them mutha*****in slugs upside that thug, cuz, oh myChorus: dj paul (til fade)
