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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Paul
Vocals
Juicy J
Vocals
Crunchy Black
Vocals
Gangsta Boo
Vocals
Koopsta Knicca
Vocals
Lord Infamous
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
Paul Beauregard
Songwriter
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Thomas Bell
Songwriter
William Hart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Paul
Producer
Juicy J
Producer
Lil Pat
Mixing Engineer
Larry Nix
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Nix
Mastering Engineer
Kurt Clayton
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
These bitches ain't running, running shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater step, the first hater getting tossed out
These bitches ain't running, running shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater step, the first hater getting tossed out
These bitches ain't running, running shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater step, the first hater getting tossed out
These bitches ain't running, running shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first one of y'all step, the first one I'ma toss out
[Verse 3]
These **** got plenty ammo, but they ain't got plenty guns
I'm busting out luxury cars then got these hoes on the run
I'm hearing plenty mean words, but ain't no actions to prove
We can do some straight walk the walk
We can do some sticking and moving
We can meet in the middle of these streets or in the middle of this rain
I can pop your chest, blast this Glock or pop your jaw, diamond rings
Bitch, don't hate me, hate the bank for stashing the cheese that I take
Or hate my shiny wristband and big ass rims I rotate
See people flip when I'm coming, got suckers sick at their stomach
They wondering what I brought in, they wondering what I got coming
****, I'm coming like this, off in your mouth like a bitch
Taste me when you think of me, I'm bringing water, I'll start it
[Verse 4]
What's the business, it's that player that you love to hate
Always see come out the bank
Always out there mentioning my name when you're high on the drank
Catch up with this boy, you can't, 'cause you know I'm holding rank
When you see the platinum Rolex with the ice it'll make you faint
Through the streets, now have you heard
'Bout the Mafia dropping birds?
Running from them Nazi cops, throwing out the bags of herb
Ain't afraid to cock the steel, hollow tips gonna make you feel
If you wanna burn me out, Cartiers and a Dracula grill
[Verse 5]
These bitches ain't running, running shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater step, the first hater getting tossed out
These bitches ain't running, running shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater step, the first hater getting tossed out
[Verse 6]
I can't take it anymore, I'm 'bout to explode
I'm 'bout to overload, I'm 'bout to kill you, boy
All I wanna know is where the G's at, where the keys at
Keep it easy, you don't wanna get skeety
All over this fucking room, ****, boom
Lay there on your back so you can get up soon
Stab you in your heart with a har-fucking-poon
****, boom, ****, boom
[Verse 7]
Scarecrow's on and I'm still hungry, starving for a platinum supper
Wiping MCs up they belly, the quicker the sicker be eater upper
If it was gifts, gats, gun 'em all down, leaving ghost towns
Splish-splash, brains on the ground with a cannon round
Ball bat, bash him in his back, beating bitches down
Battle axe blades bust his balls, body never found
Catch a close encounter 'cause the Anna kills all these rap bums
Chemical reaction, cobra venom shot into his arm
[Verse 8]
These, these, these bitches ain't running, running shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater step, the first hater getting tossed out
These bitches ain't running, running shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater step, the first hater getting tossed out
These
These bitches ain't running, running shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first one of y'all step, the first one I'ma toss out
[Verse 9]
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 gonna click up on you bitches, man
Fat cat, what I be packing, how you love that?
Fuck a platinum plaque, gimme money, where the dollars at?
Blaow, you dead in a second for ten G's
Where you from? Black Haven is where I be on my P's
[Verse 10]
Parents please, watch out for your children
This a warning, better lock 'em in the basement
Street **** taught myself the rugged
Come corrupted ugly pussy, pussy
Close your fucking mouth, my ****, Koopsta tryna tell you something
Peter, Peter, pussy eater, wanna get fucked by Koopsta Knicca
Lord, I done some sin, knew she married, but I didn't know that ****
Figured he is a killer, so he figures he'll watch her fucking
Bust some motherfucking slugs upside this thug, cuz
[Verse 11]
These, these, these bitches ain't running, running shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater step, the first hater getting tossed out
These bitches ain't running, running shit but y'all mouth
Written by: BEAUREGARD PAUL D, Bell Thomas Randolph, Hart William Alexander, Herbert R Wright, Jordan Houston, LUELLEN JOSHUA HOWARD, Paul Beauraguard