[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
Everytime lyrics

I see happiness
Hope you stay forever
Hope you never miss
See your face in front of my eyes
I start dream about you
And then I know
I can't stop loving you
Everytime that I think of you
I feel love
Then I remember I need you
In my arms
Everytime I'm lonely and need somebody
Wish you're here
With you I'd be happy
I wish you are near
See your smile in front of my eyes
I wish I could see 
 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 a
One On One lyrics

Yeah! Uh! Uh yeah! Wooh!
Smooth, better than I've ever seen him
As I flip the Vibe Book
He's on the front page
Never Looking his age
He's all that and I'm all in
So let the games begin
Now I'ma give ya something
So you could get in to it
I got the side view so
I could watch it
You've been on my mind
But your're so hard to find
Hollywood's got a hold on
That behind
I ain't ashamed to pl
t
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
Dop
Don't Fight It, Feel It lyrics

Gonna dance to the music all night long
Gettin' high, gettin' happy, gettin' gone
Gonna dance to the music all night long
Gettin' up , gettin' down, gonna get it on
I'm gonna leave the life I live
I'm gonna love the life I live
Gonna get high 'til the day I die
Rama lama lama fa fa fa
Gonna get high 'til the day I die
Rama lama lama fa fa fa
Gonna get high 'til the day I die
Rama lama 
e 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)]