Текст песни Three 6 Mafia - Who Run It
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Текст песни Three 6 Mafia - Who Run It
DJ Paul:Who run it (x15)Chorus: DJ Paul (4x)These bitches ain't runnin'(runnin'), shit but y'all mouthCause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed outDJ 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 itJuicy 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 muthafuckin' boo, nigga booGet on your back so we can get up soonStab you in your heart with a hard fucking poonNigga boo, nigga booLord 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'sKoopsta 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)