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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 bitches ain't runnin' (runnin') shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater to step, the first hater gettin' tossed out
These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin') shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater to step, the first hater gettin' tossed out
These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin') shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater to step, the first hater gettin' tossed out

These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin') shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first one of ya'll step, the first one I'ma toss out

These niggas got plenty ammo, but they ain't got plenty guns
I'm bustin' out luxury cars, still 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 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 to the stomach
They wonderin' what I brought in, they wonderin' what I got comin'
Niggas I'm comin' like this, off in your mouth like a bitch
Text me when you think of me, I'm bringing water, I'll start it

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 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'll 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 that'll make you feel
If you want to point me out, Cartiers and a Dracula grill

These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin') shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater to step, the first hater gettin' tossed out
These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin') shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater to step, the first hater gettin' tossed out

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 want to know is where the G's 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 it up soon
Stab you in your heart with a har-fuckin'-poon
Nigga, boom, nigga, boom

Scarecrow's on it, I'm still hungry, starvin' for a platinum supper
Wipe it easy up, like finally the cougar done sit up and eat the rubber
'Cause it was gits, gats, 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
Battleaxe blaze bust his balls, body never found
Catch a close encounter 'cause the Anna kills of these rap bums
Chemical reaction, cobra the venom shot in to his arm

These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin') shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater to step, the first hater gettin' tossed out
These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin') shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater to step, the first hater gettin' tossed out

These

These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin') shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first one of ya'll step, the first one I'ma toss out

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 this Gangsta Boo is gonna click up on you bitches, man
Fat cat, what I be packin', how you love that?
F*ck 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, wanna get fucked by Koopsta Knicca
Lord, I'm doin' some sins, know she married, but I don't know that nigga
Figured he is a killa, so he figures he'll watch us fuckin'
But them muthafuckin' slugs upside that thug, 'cause, oh, I

These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin') shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater to step, the first hater gettin' tossed out
These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin') shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater to step, the first hater gettin' tossed out
These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin') shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater to step, the first hater gettin' tossed out

These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin') shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first one of ya'll step, the first one I'ma toss out

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

Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard, Thom Bell, William Hart

The duration of Who Run It is 4:44 minutes and seconds.