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Three 6 Mafia Hypnotize Camp Posse Who Run It [DJ Paul:] Who run it [15] [Chorus: DJ Paul (4x)] These bitches ain't runnin'(runnin'), shit but y'all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out [DJ Paul] 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 Bitch don't hate me hate the bank, or snatch the G's that I take Or hate my shiny wristband, and big ass 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 bitch Test me when you think I'm in, I'm bringing water, I'll start it [Juicy J] What's this 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 [Chorus: DJ Paul (2x)] [Crunchy Black:] 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 motherfuckin room, nigga boom Get on your back so we can get up soon Stab you in your heart with a har-fuckin-poon Nigga boom, nigga boom [Lord Infamous] Scarecrow's on it, I'm still hungry, stoppin' for a platinum supper Wipe it easy, some black founded, crooked ass 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' 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, it's a shame How that Gangsta Boo is runnin' the click up on you bitches man Fat cat, what I be, packin' how you love that Fuck 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 children This the one that'll lock 'em in the basement Some of them talkin' so rugged, some corrupted ugly pussa-pussa Cause the fuckin' all my niggaz, Koopsta tryin' to tell ya somethin' Peter-Peter, pussy eater, one of them fucked by Koopsta Knicca Lord, I done some sins, cause she married, but I don't know that nigga Figured he is a killa, so he figures he'll watch us fuckin' Put them muthafuckin' slugs upside that thug, cuz, oh my [Chorus: DJ Paul (til fade)] |
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