Who Run It Lyrics

Who Run It lyrics

Album: When The Smoke Clears (2000), Hypnotize Camp Posse (2000)

 

 

 (DJ Paul)

 Who run it (x15) 

 

 [Chorus:] x4

 (DJ Paul)

 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 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' 

 Niggaz 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 

 

 (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 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] x2

 

 (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 speedy 

 All on this muthafuckin' boo, nigga boo 

 Get on your back so we can get up soon 

 Stab you in your heart with a hard fucking poon 

 Nigga boo, nigga boo 

 

 (Lord Infamous)

 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 

 Casue if they skit-skat, gun 'em all down, even ghost towns 

 Splish-Splash, brains on the gr