Album: When The Smoke Clears (2000), Hypnotize Camp Posse (2000)





(DJ Paul)

Who run it (x15)



[Chorus:] x4

(DJ Paul)

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] x2



(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 muthafuckin' boo, nigga boo

Get on your back so we can get up soon

Stab you in your heart with a hard fucking poon

Nigga boo, nigga boo



(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 gr