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These bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), but y'all mouth
'Cause the first step, the first hater get tossed out

These ain't runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth
the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out

These bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all
'Cause the first hater step, the hater get tossed out

These bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), but y'all mouth
'Cause the first one of ya'll is the first one I'mma toss out

These got plenty ammo, but they ain't got plenty guns
I'm bustin' out of these cars, got the on the run
I'm hearin' plenty of words, but no actions to boot
We can do some straight war for war, we can do stickin' and movin'
We can meet in the middle of streets or in the middle of this rain
I can pop your chest, blast the Glock, or pop jaw diamond ring
Bitch don't hate me the bank, or snatch the G's that I take
Or hate my wristband, and big ass rims I rotate
See people flip when I'm comin', got some of 'em at the stomach
wonder what I brought in, they wonder what I got comin'
Niggas I'm comin' like this, off in your mouth a bitch
Test me when you think I'm in, I'm bringing water, I'll it

What's this, that player that you love to hate, always see come out the bank
Always have to mention my name, when you high on drank
you with this boy you can't, 'cause you know I'm holdin' rank
When you see the Rolex with the ice it make you faint
Through the streets now have you heard, out the Mafia droppin'
from the nazi cops, tossin' out the bags of herb
Ain't afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to you feel
If you to punk me out, pop these niggas in they grill

These bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all
'Cause the first step, the first hater get tossed out

These bitches runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater step, the first hater get out

I can't any more, I'm 'bout to explode
I'm 'bout to overload, I'm 'bout to boy
All I to know is where the G's at, where the Ki's at
it easy, you don't want to get speedy
All on this motherfuckin' room, nigga
Get on your so we can get up soon
Stab you in heart with a har-fuckin'-poon
Nigga boom, nigga

Scarecrow's on it, I'm hungry, stoppin' for a platinum supper
it easy, some black founded, crooked ass set'll be eating rubber
'Cause if skit-skat, gun 'em all down, even ghost towns
Splish-Splash, brains on the ground, with a round
Ball bat, him in his back, beatin' bitches down
Battle blaze from the cross, that he never found
Catch a close encounter from the anarchism of A-bombs
Chemical 'cause the venom shot in to his arm

These bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater step, the first hater get out

These bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater step, the hater get tossed out

These bitches runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first one of ya'll steppin' is the first one toss out

we go, all you weak ass hoes
In my face you my friend
Triple Six dropped in again, time to make
Dope game , my game, hoes lame, a shame
How that Boo is runnin' the click up on you bitches man
Fat cat, I be, packin' how you love that
Fuck a platinum plaque, gimme money, where the at
(Blap, blap) We them to stack it for 10 G's
(Where you from?) haven is where I be on my P's

please, watch out for your children
This the one that'll 'em in the basement
Some of talkin' so rugged, some corrupted ugly pussa-pussa
'Cause the fuckin' all my niggas, Koopsta tryin' to tell ya
Peter-Peter, pussy eater, one of fucked by Koopsta Knicca
Lord, I done some sins, 'cause she married, but I know that nigga
he is a killa, so he figures he'll watch us fuckin'
Put them slugs upside that thug, 'cause, oh my

These bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), but y'all mouth
'Cause the hater step, the first hater get tossed out

These bitches runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all mouth