Dj paul:
who run it (x15)
Chorus: dj paul (4x)
these bitches ainand't runninand'(runninand'), shit but yand'all mouth
cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out
Dj paul:
these niggaz got plenty ammo, but they ainand't got plenty guns
iand'm bustinand' out of these cars, got the hoes on the run
iand'm hearinand' plenty of words, but ainand't no actions to boot
we can do some straight war for war, we can do some stickinand' and movinand'
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 donand't hate me hate the bank, or snatch the gand's that i take
or hate my shiny wristband, and big ass rims i rotate
see people flip when iand'm cominand', got some of and'em sick at the stomach
they wonder what i brought in, they wonder what i got cominand'
niggaz iand'm cominand' like this, off in your mouth like a bitch
test me when you think iand'm in, iand'm bringing water, iand'll start it
Juicy j:
whatand's this
itand'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 canand't, cause you know iand'm holdinand' rank
when you see the platinum rolex with the ice it make you faint
through the streets now have you heard, out the mafia droppinand' birds
runninand' from the nazi cops, tossinand' out the bags of herb
ainand't 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 canand't take any more, iand'm bout to explode
iand'm bout to overload, iand'm bout to kill boy
all i wanna know is where the gand's at, where the kiand's at
keep it easy, you donand't want to get speedy
all on this muthafuckinand' 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:
scarecrowand's on it, iand'm still hungry, stoppinand' for a platinum supper
wipe it easy, some black founded, crooked ass setand'll be eating rubber
casue if they skit-skat, gun and'em all down, even ghost towns
splish-splash, brains on the ground, with a cannon round
ball bat, bash him in his back, beatinand' 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, itand's a shame
how that gangsta boo is runninand' the click up on you bitches man
fat cat, what i be, packinand' how you love that
fuck a platinum plaque, gimme money, where the dollars at
(blap, blap) we dare them to stack it for 10 gand's
(where you from?) black haven is where i be on my pand's
Koopsta knicca:
parents beware, watch out for your children
this the one thatand'll lock and'em in the basement
some of them talkinand' so rugged, some corrupted ugly pussa-pussa
cause the fuckinand' all my niggaz, koopsta tryinand' to tell ya somethinand'
peter-peter, pussy eater, one of them fucked by koopsta knicca
lord, i done some sins, cause she married, but i donand't know that nigga
figured he is a killa, so he figures heand'll watch us fuckinand'
put them muthafuckinand' slugs upside that thug, cuz, oh my
Chorus: dj paul (til fade)
