- Who Run It (Explicit) - Explicit 歌詞 Three 6 Mafia
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- Three 6 Mafia Who Run It (Explicit) - Explicit 歌詞
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- Dj paul:
Who run it (x15) Chorus:dj paul (4x) These bitches aint runnin(runnin), shit but yall mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out Dj paul: These niggaz got plenty ammo, but they aint got plenty guns Im bustin out of these cars, got the hoes on the run Im hearin plenty of words, but aint 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 dont hate me hate the bank, or snatch the gs that i take Or hate my shiny wristband, and big ass rims i rotate See people flip when im comin, got some of em sick at the stomach They wonder what i brought in, they wonder what i got comin Niggaz im comin like this, off in your mouth like a bitch Test me when you think im in, im bringing water, ill start it Juicy j: Whats this Its 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 cant, cause you know im 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 Aint 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 cant take any more, im bout to explode Im bout to overload, im bout to kill boy All i wanna know is where the gs at, where the kis at Keep it easy, you dont 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: Scarecrows on it, im still hungry, stoppin for a platinum supper Wipe it easy, some black founded, crooked ass setll be eating rubber Casue 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, beatin bitches down Battle like blaze from the cross, that he never found Catch a close encounter from 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, its 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 Fuck 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 p's Koopsta knicca: Parents beware, watch out for your children This the one thatll 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 dont know that nigga Figured he is a killa, so he figures hell watch us fuckin Put them muthafuckin slugs upside that thug, cuz, oh my Chorus: dj paul (til fade)
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