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Three 6 Mafia

Who Run It

 

Who Run It

(album: When The Smoke Clears... Sixty 6 Sixty 1 - 2000)


[DJ Paul:]
Who run it?

These bitches ain't running (runnin'!), shit but y'all mouth
Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out
These bitches ain't running (runnin'!), shit but y'all mouth
Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out
These bitches ain't running (runnin'!), shit but y'all mouth
Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out
These bitches ain't running (runnin'!), shit but y'all mouth
Cause the first one a' y'all step, the first one I'm'a toss out

These niggas got plenty Anna but they ain't got plenty guns
I'm busting out luxury cars, still got these hoes on the run
I'm hearing plenty mean words, but ain't no actions to boot
We can do some straight war for war, we can do some sticking and moving
We can meet in the middle of these streets or in the middle of this ring
I can pop your chest, plastic Glock, or pop your jaw diamond rings
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 coming, got suckas sick at the stomach
They wondering what I brought in, they wondering what I got coming
Niggas I'm coming like this, off in your mouth like a bitch
Trust me when you think of me, I'm bringing water, I'll start it

[Juicy J:]
What's the business?
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 up with this boy you can't, cause you know I'm holding rank
When you see the platinum Rolex with the ice it make you faint
Through the streets now have you heard, 'bout the Mafia dropping birds
Running from the narcs and cops, tossing out the bags of herb
Ain't afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to make you feel
If you wanna punk me out, Cartier's and a Dracula grill

[DJ Paul:]
These bitches ain't running (runnin'!), shit but y'all mouth
Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out
These bitches ain't running (runnin'!), shit but y'all mouth
Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out

[Crunchy Black:]
I can't take anymore, I'm 'bout to explode
I'm 'bout to overload, I'm 'bout to get it, boy
All I wanna know is where the G's at, where the key's at
Keep it easy, you don't want to get skeeted
All on this motherfucking room, nigga, boom
Lay down on your back so you 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, starving for a platinum supper
Wipe it easy, some black founded, crooked ass set'll be eating rubber
'Cause 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, beating bitches down
Battleaxe blaze from the cross, body never found
Catch a close encounter cause the Anna kills off these rap bums
Chemical reaction cobra venom shot into his arm

[DJ Paul:]
These, these, these bitches ain't running (runnin'!), shit but y'all mouth
Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out
These bitches ain't running (runnin'!), shit but y'all mouth
Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out
These
These bitches ain't running (runnin'!), shit but y'all mouth
Cause the first one of y'all step, the first one I'm a toss out

[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 running the click up on you bitches man
Fat cat, what I be, packing, how you love that
Fuck a platinum plaque, gimme money, where the dollars at
(Blap, blap) You're dead in a second for 10 G's
(Where you from?) Black haven is where I be on my P's and Q's

[Koopsta Knicca:]
Parents please, watch out for your children
This the one that'll lock 'em in the basement
Some of them talking so rugged, some corrupted ugly pussa-pussa
Close your fucking mouth, my nigga, Koopsta trying to tell ya something
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 fucking
Put them muthafucking slugs upside that thug, cuz, oh my

[DJ Paul:]
These, the-these, these, these bitches ain't running (runnin'!), shit but y'all mouth
Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out
These bitches ain't running (runnin'!), shit but y'all mouth
Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out
These bitches ain't running (runnin'!), shit but y'all mouth
Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out
These bitches ain't running (runnin'!), shit but y'all mouth
Cause the first one of y'all step, the first one I'm a toss out

These bitches, these bitches, these bitches, these bitches, these bitches, these bitches
These bitches ain't running (runnin'!), shit but y'all mouth
These bitches ain't running (runnin'!), shit but y'all mouth
These bitches ain't running (runnin'!), shit but y'all mouth
These bitches ain't running (runnin'!), shit but y'all mouth

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