Who Run It

歌詞

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 of luxury cars, still got these hoes on the run I'm hearin' plenty MANY words, but ain't no actions to PROVE 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, PLASTIC glock, or pop your jaw diamond ring Please don't hate me hate the bank,FOR STASHIN' G's 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 wonderin' what I got comin' Niggaz I'm comin' like this, off in your mouth like a bitch Taste me, when you think of me, I'm bread and water, I'll start it Juicy J: WWHAT'S THE BIDNESS It's that player that you love to hate, always see come out the bank Always have to mention my name, when you high AND on that drank Catch up 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' verbs Runnin' from the nazi 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 you boy All I wanna know is where the G's at, where the KEYS at Keep it easy, you don't want to get skeezed at All on this muthafuckin' ROOM, nigga BOOM LAY YOU ON your back so we can get up soon Stab you in your heart with a HAR-FUCKING-POON Nigga BOOM, nigga BOOM Lord Infamous: Scarecrow's on it, I'm still hungry, starvin' for a platinum supper Wipe it easy, mc's look black founded, the quicker the sicker their eatin' rubber Infamous grips, gats gun ‘em all down, even ghost towns Splish-Splash, brains on the ground, with a cannon round Ball bat, bashin' niggers back, beatin' bitches down Battle like blaze BUST HIS BALLS, BODY never found Catch a close encounter CAUSE 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 GONNA click up on you bitches man Fat cat, BUT I be, packin' how you love that Fuck a platinum plaque, gimme money, where the dollars at (BLAW) 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 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, we're out...