Who Run It Lyrics - When The Smoke Clears - Three 6 Mafia

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 step, the first hater get tossed out 

These bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth 

'Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out 

These bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth 

'Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out 

These bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth 

'Cause the first one of ya'll steppin' is the first one I'mma toss out 

These niggas 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' 

Niggas 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 

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 want to punk me out, pop these niggas in they grill 

These bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth 

'Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out 

These bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth 

'Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out 

I can't take any more, I'm 'bout to explode 

I'm 'bout to overload, I'm 'bout to kill 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 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 

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 

'Cause 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 

These bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth 

'Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out 

These bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth 

'Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out 

These bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth 

'Cause the first one of ya'll steppin' is the first one I'mma 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 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 

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 niggas, 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, 'cause, oh my 

These bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth 

'Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out 

These bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth