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

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

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'), shit but y'all
'Cause the first one of ya'll steppin' is the first one toss out

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

What's this, it's that player that you love to hate, see come out the bank
Always to mention my name, when you high on that drank
Catch you 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 now have you heard, out the Mafia droppin' birds
Runnin' from the cops, tossin' out the bags of herb
Ain't afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to make you
If you want to me out, pop these niggas in they grill

These bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), but y'all mouth
the first hater 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 take any more, I'm 'bout to explode
I'm 'bout to overload, I'm to kill 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 room, nigga boom
Get on back so we can get up soon
you in your heart with a har-fuckin'-poon
Nigga boom, boom

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

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

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

These bitches ain't runnin'(Runnin'), shit but y'all
'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
game , my game, hoes lame, it's a shame
How Gangsta Boo is runnin' the click up on you bitches man
Fat cat, what I be, how you love that
Fuck a platinum plaque, money, where the dollars at
(Blap, blap) We dare them to it for 10 G's
(Where you from?) Black is where I be on my P's

please, watch out for your children
This the one lock '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 them fucked by Knicca
Lord, I done some sins, 'cause she married, but I don't know that
Figured he is a killa, so he figures he'll us fuckin'
Put muthafuckin' slugs upside that thug, 'cause, oh my

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

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