Lyrics Who Run It - Hypnotize Camp Posse
[DJ
Paul:]
Who
run
it
[15]
[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
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:
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
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
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
[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
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
[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
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
[Koopsta
Knicca]
Parents
beware,
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,
oh
my
[Chorus:
DJ
Paul
(til
fade)]
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