Who Run It

Who Run It - Three 6 Mafia

Written by：Paul Beauregard/Jordan Houston/Thomas Bell/William Alexander Hart

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These b**ches ain't runnin' runnin' sh*t but y'all mouth

Cause the first hater step the first hater get tossed out

These b**ches ain't runnin' runnin' sh*t but y'all mouth

Cause the first hater step the first hater get tossed out

These b**ches ain't runnin' runnin' sh*t but y'all mouth

Cause the first hater step the first hater get tossed out

These b**ches ain't runnin' runnin' sh*t but y'all mouth

Cause the first one step the first one get tossed out

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

B**ch don't hate me hate the bank or snatch the G's that I take

Or hate my shiny wristband and big a** 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 b**ch

Test me when you think I'm in I'm bringing water I'll start it

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

These b**ches ain't runnin' runnin' sh*t but y'all mouth

Cause the first hater step the first hater get tossed out

These b**ches ain't runnin' runnin' sh*t but y'all mouth

Cause the first hater step the first hater get tossed out

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 motherf**kin' room ni**a boom

Get on your back so we can get up soon

Stab you in your heart with a har-f**kin'-poon

Ni**a boom ni**a boom

Scarecrow's on it I'm still hungry stoppin' for a platinum supper

Wipe it easy some black founded crooked a** set'll 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' b**ches 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

These b**ches ain't runnin' runnin' sh*t but y'all mouth

Cause the first hater step the first hater get tossed out

These b**ches ain't runnin' runnin' sh*t but y'all mouth

Cause the first hater step the first hater get tossed out

These b**ches ain't runnin' runnin' sh*t but y'all mouth

Cause the first one step the first one get tossed out

Here we go all you weak a** hoes

In my face like you my friend

Triple Six dropped in again time to make ends

D**e game my game hoes lame it's a shame

How that Gangsta Boo is runnin' the click up on you b**ches man

Fat cat what I be packin' how you love that

F**k a platinum plaque gimme money where the dollars at

Blap blap

We dare them to stack it for 10 G's

Where you from

Black haven is where I be on my P's

Parents beware 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 f**kin' all my niggaz Koopsta tryin' to tell ya somethin'

Peter-Peter p**sy eater one of them f**ked by Koopsta Knicca

Lord I done some sins cause she married but I don't know that ni**a

Figured he is a killa so he figures he'll watch us f**kin'

Put them muthaf**kin' slugs upside that thug cuz oh my

These b**ches ain't runnin' runnin' sh*t but y'all mouth

Cause the first hater step the first hater get tossed out

These b**ches ain't runnin' runnin'