Who run it
These bitches aint runnin(runnin), shit but yall mouth
Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out
These niggaz got plenty ammo, but they aint got plenty guns
Im bustin out of these cars, got the hoes on the run
Im hearin plenty of words, but aint 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 dont hate me hate the bank, or snatch the Gs that I take
Or hate my shiny wristband, and big ass rims I rotate
See people flip when Im comin, got some of em sick at the stomach
They wonder what I brought in, they wonder what I got comin
Niggaz Im comin like this, off in your mouth like a bitch
Test me when you think Im in, Im bringing water, Ill start it
Whats this
Its 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 cant, cause you know Im 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
Aint afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to make you feel
If you wanna punk me out, pop these niggaz in they grill
I cant take any more, Im bout to explode
Im bout to overload, Im bout to kill boy
All I wanna know is where the Gs at, where the Kis at
Keep it easy, you dont 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
Scarecrows on it, Im still hungry, stoppin for a platinum supper
Wipe it easy, some black founded, crooked ass setll be eating rubber
Casue 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, its 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 Gs
(Where you from?) Black haven is where I be on my Ps
Parents beware, watch out for your children
This the one thatll 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, pussy eater, one of them fucked by Koopsta Knicca
Lord, I done some sins, cause she married, but I dont know that nigga
Figured he is a killa, so he figures hell watch us fuckin
Put them muthafuckin slugs upside that thug, cuz, oh my
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