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, who run it,
who run it, who run it
These niggas 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'
Niggas 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
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 want to punk me out,
pop these niggas in they grill
I can't take any more,
I'm 'bout to explode
I'm 'bout to overload,
I'm 'bout to kill boy
All I want to 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
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
'Cause 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
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
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 pussy- pussy
'Cause the fuckin' all my niggas,
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,
'cause, oh my
Three 6 Mafia 
