[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
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