اغنيه قديمه شويه من سنه 2002 بس جامده جدا ----->WHO RUN IT

**VIRUS_RELOADED4** · 03-28-2008, 06:47 AM

WHO RUN IT

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LYRICS

DJ Paul:

Who run it (x15)

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 ANNA, but they ain't got plenty guns

I'm bustin' out of luxury cars, still got these hoes on the run

I'm hearin' plenty MANY words, but ain't no actions to PROVE

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 RING

I can pop your chest, PLASTIC glock, or pop your jaw diamond ring

Please don't hate me hate the bank,FOR STASHIN' G's that I take

Or hate my shiny wristband, and big *** rims I rotate

See people flip when I'm comin', got SUCKAS sick at the stomach

They wonder what I brought in, they wonderin’ what I got comin'

Niggaz I'm comin' like this, off in your mouth like a bitch

Taste me, when you think of me, I'm bread and water, I'll start it

Juicy J:

WWHAT'S THE BIDNESS

It's that player that you love to hate, always see come out the bank

Always have to mention my name, when you high AND on that drank

Catch up 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, BOUT the Mafia droppin' verbs

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 you boy

All I wanna know is where the G's at, where the KEYS at

Keep it easy, you don't want to get skeezed at

All on this muthafuckin' ROOM, nigga BOOM

LAY YOU ON your back so we can get up soon

Stab you in your heart with a HAR-FUCKING-POON

Nigga BOOM, nigga BOOM

Lord Infamous:

Scarecrow's on it, I'm still hungry, starvin' for a platinum supper

Wipe it easy, mc’s look black founded, the quicker the sicker their eatin’

rubber

Infamous grips, gats gun ‘em all down, even ghost towns

Splish-Splash, brains on the ground, with a cannon round

Ball bat, bashin’ niggers back, beatin' bitches down

Battle like blaze BUST HIS BALLS, BODY never found

Catch a close encounter CAUSE 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 *** 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 GONNA click up on you bitches man

Fat cat, BUT I be, packin' how you love that

**** a platinum plaque, gimme money, where the dollars at

(BLAW) BE DEAD IN A SECOND for 10 G's

(Where you from?) Black haven is where I be on my P's

Koopsta Knicca:

Parents PLEASE, 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, **** 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, we’re out…

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