Three 6 Mafia d5p2r

    Three 6 Mafia

    Who Run It 54462i

    Three 6 Mafia d5p2r


    DJ Paul:
    Who run it (x15)

    Chorus: DJ Paul (4x)
    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 ANNA, but they ain't got plenty guns
    I'm bustin' out of luxury cars, still got these hoes on the run
    I'm hearin' plenty MANY words, but ain't no actions to PROVE
    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 ring
    Please don't hate me hate the bank,FOR STASHIN' G's that I take
    Or hate my shiny wristband, and big ass rims I rotate
    See people flip when I'm comin', got SUCKAS sick at the stomach
    They wonder what I brought in, they wonderin’ what I got comin'
    Niggaz I'm comin' like this, off in your mouth like a bitch
    Taste me, when you think of me, I'm bread and water, I'll start it

    Juicy J:
    WWHAT'S THE BIDNESS
    It's that player that you love to hate, always see come out the bank
    Always have to mention my name, when you high AND 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' verbs
    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: DJ Paul (2x)

    Crunchy Black:
    I can't take any more, I'm bout to explode
    I'm bout to overload, I'm bout to kill you boy
    All I wanna know is where the G's at, where the KEYS at
    Keep it easy, you don't want to get skeezed at
    All on this muthafuckin' ROOM, nigga BOOM
    LAY YOU ON your back so we can get up soon
    Stab you in your heart with a HAR-FUCKING-POON
    Nigga BOOM, nigga BOOM

    Lord Infamous:
    Scarecrow's on it, I'm still hungry, starvin' for a platinum supper
    Wipe it easy, mc’s look black founded, the quicker the sicker their eatin’
    rubber
    Infamous grips, gats gun ‘em all down, even ghost towns
    Splish-Splash, brains on the ground, with a cannon round
    Ball bat, bashin’ niggers back, beatin' bitches down
    Battle like blaze BUST HIS BALLS, BODY never found
    Catch a close encounter CAUSE the anarchism of these A-bombs
    Chemical reaction cause the venom shot in to his arm

    Chorus: DJ Paul (3x)

    Gangsta Boo:
    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 GONNA click up on you bitches man
    Fat cat, BUT I be, packin' how you love that
    Fuck a platinum plaque, gimme money, where the dollars at
    (BLAW) BE DEAD IN A SECOND for 10 G's
    (Where you from?) Black haven is where I be on my P's

    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
    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 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, cuz, we’re out…

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