paroles de chanson Who Run This - 504 Boyz

Who Scared?
What...
You scared.
Huhhhgh.
Who Scared?
What.
You scared.

All you thugs in the front, we got this bitch crunk.
Niggas in the back, what they fuckin' want?

We walk this shit.
We don't talk this shit.
You don't know me, trick.
Back up off me, bitch.
We walk this shit.
We don't talk this shit.
You don't know me, trick.
Back up off me, bitch.

I'm a hood nigga
Purple hint in the glass
I'm in the back of the club
Ho, shakin' that ass.
Callin' nigga diamond 'cause he love to duck
All you thugs in this bitch, throw you're fuckin' hoods up
Who run this bitch?
We run this bitch.
If you ain't with my clique get up off me, bitch.
Two bottles of that Kris, gets me rockin'.
Huuuuugh!
When the weed hit my system, I starts wobblin'.
Throwin' bones,
Breakin' niggas off.
Since I put my son out y'all thought I got soft.
Fuck these niggas.
I'll touch these niggas.
High boy pop the truck,
I'm a dump these niggas.
Hit the club fuckin' bugged like I'm ready for war
Throw bottles in the ring nigga break a bitch jaw
This is our year.
Y'all ain't seen nothin'
The New No Limit
Keep the streets jumpin'.

Get 'em up
Back up off me
We run this bitch
Get 'em up
Throw 'em up
Back up off me
Who run this bitch?
Dat 504
We run this bitch.
Dat 504
Who run this bitch?
Dat 504
We run this bitch.
Dat 504

Y'all see me out there actin' bad (actin' bad)
No Limit put yo niggas on yo ass (on they ass)
Two thousand and three tank out you niggas smash
We ain't fakin' it
'Cause you know we got a lot of cash (lot of cash)
An' You know we put our hood up
Wall up, sets up
AK, make way, nigga put your techs up
Fuck it up slope shit
Hit 'em where his heart sit
Luda flough say now
Be ready to walk, bitch

Back up off me.
Who run this bitch?
Back up off me.
We run this bitch.

Nigga we cool and we family I seal it in blood
But if not I'll bust your fuckin' head with a bub
Why, sir?
Nigga, believe that dere
Wring that __ malt bitch
Down the nearest milk shaft
When I'm lowerin' up that Henessey
I'm a hair pull
Hit the club thug dat
Like I'm ragin' bull
My triggers they pull
And that's when the peepers run out
No breathin' just chokin'
Then your soul jump out.
I'm the best that you brothers see in this thug shit
I'ma die poor and broke nigga fuck bein' rich
Yes I come dasta come dasta come dasta po'
The New No Limit dey come round da show
Ee nah no, Ee nah no, Ee nah no dey door
You talkin' da shit we bust wit four four

Who run this bitch?
We run this bitch.

You see I hit 'em, explode
They think the suckers 'bout
Shakin' that ass.
I catch you when I'm down, brown
They think I'm down pad
I'm takin' your stash
See my face, no mask
So you know how I'm leavin'
Your doctors doin' procedures
Your people screamin' "Lord Jesus!"

We put our love to the club
Yeah
Bin phlegm-o (?)
The New No Limit
Bitch they're my kinfolk.
Smokin' on somethin' dat
Looks like a fence post.
I been dope,
No ho,
And 20 inch spokes.
Get out the way
We tryin' to get to the bar (ooo)
Somebody start shit they won't get to the car.
An' I ain't coming for trouble, dog,
I came to chill.
With big booty bitches,
They cannot pop pills.

Back up off me.
Who run this bitch?
Back up off me.
We run this bitch.
Back up off me.
Who run this bitch?
Back up off me.
We run this bitch.
Back up off me.
Who run this bitch?
Back up off me.
We run this bitch.
Back up off me.
Who run this bitch?
Back up off me.
We run this bitch.
Back up off me.
Who run this bitch?
Back up off me.
We run this bitch.
Back up off me.
Who run this bitch?
Back up off me.
We run this bitch.

East coast throw your hood up
Get 'em up
West coast throw your hood up
Get 'em up
Midwest throw your hood up
Get 'em up
Dirty south throw your hood up
Get 'em up
Who scared? (throw 'em up)
No limit in this bitch up your ass
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
We run this bitch.
We the No Limit clique.