Who Run It

[Intro: DJ Paul] Who run it? Who run it? Who run it? Who run it? Who run it? Who run it? Who run it? Who run it? Who run it? Who run it? Who run it? Who run it? [Chorus: DJ Paul] These bitches ain't runnin' (Runnin') shit but y'all mouth 'Cause the first hater step, the first hater gettin' tossed out These bitches ain't runnin' (Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth 'Cause the first hater step, the first hater gettin' tossed out These bitches ain't runnin' (Runnin') shit but y'all mouth 'Cause the first hater step, the first hater gettin' tossed out These bitches ain't runnin' (Runnin') shit but y'all mouth 'Cause the first one of y'all step, the first one I'ma toss out [Verse 1: DJ Paul] These niggas got plenty anna, but they ain't got plenty guns I'm bustin' out luxury cars, still got these hoes on the run I'm hearin' plenty mean 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 ring I can pop your chest, plastic Glock, or pop your jaw, diamond rings Bitch, don't hate me, hate the bank, for stacks of cheese that I take Or hate my shiny wristband, and big-ass rims I rotate See people flip when I'm comin', got suckers sick at the stomach They wonderin' what I brought in, they wonderin' what I got comin' Niggas, I'm comin' like this, open your mouth like a bitch Taste me when you think of me, I'm branded water, I'll start it [Verse 2: Juicy J] What's the business? It's that player that you love to hate, always see come out the bank Always have to mention my name when you're high 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' birds Runnin' from the narcs and cops, throwin' out the bags of herb Ain't afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to make you feel If you wanna punk me out, Cartiers and a Dracula grill [Chorus: DJ Paul] These bitches ain't runnin' (Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth 'Cause the first hater step, the first hater gettin' tossed out These bitches ain't runnin' (Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth 'Cause the first hater step, the first hater gettin' tossed out [Verse 3: Crunchy Black] I can't take any more, I'm 'bout to explode I'm 'bout to overload, I'm 'bout to get it, boy All I wanna know is where the Gs at? Where the ki's at? Keep it easy, you don't want to get skeeted All on this motherfuckin' room, nigga, boom Lay down on your back so you can get up soon Stab you in your heart with a har-fuckin'-poon Nigga, boom, nigga, boom [Verse 4: Lord Infamous] Scarecrow's zonin', I'm still hungry, starving for a platinum supper Wipin' MCs up, now their crooked ass set'll be eating rubber Infamous grips gats, gun 'em all down, leaving ghost towns Splish splash brains on the ground with a cannon round Ball bat bash him in his back, beatin' bitches down Battle axe blades bust his bones, body never found Catch a close encounter 'cause the anna' kills off these rap bums Chemical reaction: Cobra venom shot into his arms [Chorus: DJ Paul] These-these-these bitches ain't runnin' (Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth 'Cause the first hater step, the first hater gettin' tossed out These bitches ain't runnin' (Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth 'Cause the first hater step, the first hater gettin' tossed out These-these bitches ain't runnin' (Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth 'Cause the first one of y'all step, the first one I'ma toss out [Verse 5: Gangsta Boo] Here we go, all you weak-ass hoes in my face like you're 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, mayne Fat cat, what I be, packin', how you love that Fuck a platinum plaque, gimme money, where the dollars at? (Blap, blap) You're dead in a second for ten Gs (Where you from?) Blackhaven is where I be on my Ps and Qs [Verse 6: 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 Close your fucking mouth, my nigga, Koopsta tryin' to tell ya somethin' Peter-Peter, pussy eater, one of them fucked by Koopsta Knicca Lord, I've done some sins, 'cause she married, but I didn't know that nigga Figured he is a killa, so he figures he'll watch us fuckin' Put them muthafuckin' slugs upside that thug, oh, 'cause boy [Chorus: DJ Paul] These-the-these-these-these bitches ain't runnin' (Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth 'Cause the first hater step, the first hater gettin' tossed out These bitches ain't runnin' (Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth 'Cause the first hater step, the first hater gettin' tossed out These bitches ain't runnin' (Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth 'Cause the first hater step, the first hater gettin' tossed out These bitches ain't runnin' (Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth 'Cause the first one of y'all step, the first one I'ma toss out [Outro: DJ Paul] These bitches, these bitches, these bitches These bitches, these bitches, these bitches These bitches ain't runnin' (Runnin'), shit, but y'all mouth These bitches ain't runnin' (Runnin'), shit, but y'all mouth These bitches ain't runnin' (Runnin'), shit, but y'all mouth These bitches ain't runnin' (Runnin'), shit, but y'all mouth