Triple Six Mafia who runnin Lyrics

DJ Paul:] Who run it [15]

[Chorus: DJ Paul (4x)]
These b____es ain't runnin'(runnin'), s___ but y'all mouth
Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out

[DJ Paul]
These n____z 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
b____ don't hate me hate the bank, or s_____ the G's that I
take
Or hate my shiny wristband, and big a__ 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'
n____z I'm comin' like this, off in your mouth like a b____
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 massive 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 n____z 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 skeedit
All on this m_________in room, n____ boom
Get on your back so we can get up soon
Stab you in your heart with a har-f___in-poon
n____ boom, n____ boom

[Lord Infamous]
Scarecrow's on it, I'm still hungry, stoppin' for a platinum
supper
Wipe it easy, some black founded, crooked a__ 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' b____es 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 a__ 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 b____es
man
Fat cat, what I be, packin' how you love that
f___ 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 f___in' all my n____z, Koopsta tryin' to tell ya
somethin'
Peter-Peter, p____ eater, one of them f___ed by Koopsta
Knicca
Lord, I done some sins, cause she married, but I don't know that
n____
Figured he is a killa, so he figures he'll watch us f___in'
Put them m____fuckin' slugs upside that thug, cuz, oh my

[Chorus: DJ Paul (til fade)]