Who Run It

DJ Paul: Who run it (15x)<br><br>Chorus: DJ Paul (4x)<br>These bitches ain`t runnin`(runnin`), shit but y`all mouth<br>Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out<br><br>[DJ Paul]<br>These niggaz got plenty ammo, but they ain`t got plenty guns<br>I`m bustin` out of these cars, got the hoes on the run<br>I`m hearin` plenty of words, but ain`t no actions to boot<br>We can do some straight war for war, we can do some stickin` and movin`<br>We can meet in the middle of these streets or in the middle of this rain<br>I can pop your chest, blast the glock, or pop your jaw diamond ring<br>Bitch don`t hate me hate the bank, or snatch the G`s that I take<br>Or hate my shiny wristband, and big ass rims I rotate<br>See people flip when I`m comin`, got some of `em sick at the stomach<br>They wonder what I brought in, they wonder what I got comin`<br>Niggaz I`m comin` like this, off in your mouth like a bitch<br>Test me when you think I`m in, I`m bringing water, I`ll start it<br><br>[Juicy J]<br>What`s this<br>It`s that player that you love to hate, always see come out the bank<br>Always have to mention my name, when you high on that drank<br>Catch you with this boy you can`t, cause you know I`m holdin` rank<br>When you see the platinum Rolex with the ice it make you faint<br>Through the streets now have you heard, out the Mafia droppin` birds<br>Runnin` from the nazi cops, tossin` out the bags of herb<br>Ain`t afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to make you feel<br>If you wanna punk me out, pop these niggaz in they grill<br><br>Chorus: DJ Paul (2x)<br><br>Crunchy Black:<br>I can`t take any more, I`m bout to explode<br>I`m bout to overload, I`m bout to kill boy<br>All I wanna know is where the G`s at, where the Ki`s at<br>Keep it easy, you don`t want to get speedy<br>All on this motherfuckin room, nigga boom<br>Get on your back so we can get up soon<br>Stab you in your heart with a har-fuckin-poon<br>Nigga boom, nigga boom<br><br>[Lord Infamous]<br>Scarecrow`s on it, I`m still hungry, stoppin` for a platinum supper<br>Wipe it easy, some black founded, crooked ass set`ll be eating rubber<br>Casue if they skit-skat, gun `em all down, even ghost towns<br>Splish-Splash, brains on the ground, with a cannon round<br>Ball bat, bash him in his back, beatin` bitches down<br>Battle like blaze from the cross, that he never found<br>Catch a close encounter from the anarchism of these A-bombs<br>Chemical reaction cause the venom shot in to his arm<br><br>Chorus: DJ Paul (3x)<br><br>[Gangsta Boo]<br>Here we go, all you weak ass hoes<br>In my face like you my friend<br>Triple Six dropped in again, time to make ends<br>Dope game , my game, hoes lame, it`s a shame<br>How that Gangsta Boo is runnin` the click up on you bitches man<br>Fat cat, what I be, packin` how you love that<br>Fuck a platinum plaque, gimme money, where the dollars at<br>(Blap, blap) We dare them to stack it for 10 G`s<br>(Where you from?) Black haven is where I be on my P`s<br><br>[Koopsta Knicca]<br>Parents beware, watch out for your children<br>This the one that`ll lock `em in the basement<br>Some of them talkin` so rugged, some corrupted ugly pussa-pussa<br>Cause the fuckin` all my niggaz, Koopsta tryin` to tell ya somethin`<br>Peter-Peter, pussy eater, one of them fucked by Koopsta Knicca<br>Lord, I done some sins, cause she married, but I don`t know that nigga<br>Figured he is a killa, so he figures he`ll watch us fuckin`<br>Put them muthafuckin` slugs upside that thug, cuz, oh my<br><br>Chorus: DJ Paul (til fade)