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THREE SIX MAFIA Miscellaneous Who Run It Album: When The Smoke Clears (2000), Hypnotize Camp Posse (2000) (DJ Paul) Who run it (x15) [Chorus:] x4 (DJ Paul) 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 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] x2 (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 speedy All on this muthafuckin' boo, nigga boo Get on your back so we can get up soon Stab you in your heart with a hard fucking poon Nigga boo, nigga boo (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 gr |
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