Текст песни Three 6 Mafia - Who Run It
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DJ Paul: Who run it (15x)Chorus: DJ Paul (4x)These bitches ain`t runnin`(runnin`), shit but y`all mouthCause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out[DJ Paul]These niggaz got plenty ammo, but they ain`t got plenty gunsI`m bustin` out of these cars, got the hoes on the runI`m hearin` plenty of words, but ain`t no actions to bootWe 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 rainI can pop your chest, blast the glock, or pop your jaw diamond ringBitch don`t hate me hate the bank, or snatch the G`s that I takeOr hate my shiny wristband, and big ass rims I rotateSee people flip when I`m comin`, got some of `em sick at the stomachThey wonder what I brought in, they wonder what I got comin`Niggaz I`m comin` like this, off in your mouth like a bitchTest me when you think I`m in, I`m bringing water, I`ll start it[Juicy J]What`s thisIt`s that player that you love to hate, always see come out the bankAlways have to mention my name, when you high on that drankCatch you with this boy you can`t, cause you know I`m holdin` rankWhen you see the platinum Rolex with the ice it make you faintThrough the streets now have you heard, out the Mafia droppin` birdsRunnin` from the nazi cops, tossin` out the bags of herbAin`t afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to make you feelIf you wanna punk me out, pop these niggaz in they grillChorus: DJ Paul (2x)Crunchy Black:I can`t take any more, I`m bout to explodeI`m bout to overload, I`m bout to kill boyAll I wanna know is where the G`s at, where the Ki`s atKeep it easy, you don`t want to get speedyAll on this motherfuckin room, nigga boomGet on your back so we can get up soonStab you in your heart with a har-fuckin-poonNigga boom, nigga boom[Lord Infamous]Scarecrow`s on it, I`m still hungry, stoppin` for a platinum supperWipe it easy, some black founded, crooked ass set`ll be eating rubberCasue if they skit-skat, gun `em all down, even ghost townsSplish-Splash, brains on the ground, with a cannon roundBall bat, bash him in his back, beatin` bitches downBattle like blaze from the cross, that he never foundCatch a close encounter from the anarchism of these A-bombsChemical reaction cause the venom shot in to his armChorus: DJ Paul (3x)[Gangsta Boo]Here we go, all you weak ass hoesIn my face like you my friendTriple Six dropped in again, time to make endsDope game , my game, hoes lame, it`s a shameHow that Gangsta Boo is runnin` the click up on you bitches manFat cat, what I be, packin` how you love thatFuck 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[Koopsta Knicca]Parents beware, watch out for your childrenThis the one that`ll lock `em in the basementSome of them talkin` so rugged, some corrupted ugly pussa-pussaCause the fuckin` all my niggaz, Koopsta tryin` to tell ya somethin`Peter-Peter, pussy eater, one of them fucked by Koopsta KniccaLord, I done some sins, cause she married, but I don`t know that niggaFigured he is a killa, so he figures he`ll watch us fuckin`Put them muthafuckin` slugs upside that thug, cuz, oh myChorus: DJ Paul (til fade)