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dj paul & juicy j – runnin’ lip lyrics

[hook: juicy j] 2x
so n-gg- just step up if you know you got the nuts
for my nine millimeter so you can be bucked
mane we gettin’ tired of these n-gg-s talkin’ sh-t
so now you gonna witness the mafia three 6

[verse 1: scan man]
criminal minded n-gg- mane
these demons dwelling in my soul
crazy as this pimpin’
but you n-gg-s just didn’t hear me though
devil shyt is what i do, mane i just don’t give a f-ck
trick (?) sh-izz-it mane them hoes can catch a f-ckin’ slug
clickin’ is the scan man
i’m clickin’ like a motherf-cking murder man
droppin’ b-tches in my ditch
when you hear that triple 6 nine blast
easily this pimp increase cause i have no (?)
for a motherf-ckin’ n-gg- claimin’ haven way
(scan let’s get that b-tch)
n-gg- (?) these demons gonna make me f-cking click
(?) robbing you n-gg-s for riches to get my f-ckin’ -ss in
if you don’t want to be part of my ritual
trick don’t make me f-cking mad
cause i will come with that redrum
and sacrifice yo monkey -ss
pimp sh-t, killa, the scan man breaking you n-gg-s
off something mane proper
when i creep up there’s no stoppin’
these n-gg-s better watch out for the ritual killas
‘fore we get ya
we leave ya to die as we chant them satan lullaby
[verse 2: k-rock]
juicy stay tight, paul got the grill
headed for beale street with trunks of that steel
triple 6 mafia, gin and juice coughin’ straight from the (?)
(?) we smokin’ the f-cking (?)
k-rock my name, i like when you game
we don’t just rap but we shoot up them thangs
fall up into the d-mn … smoke a blunt … f-ckin’ (?)
… with triple 6 … don’t f-ck with the g juicy j
crank up the cl-izz-ick mane (?) bullets (?) hollow i spray
dj paul, break the law, triple 6, mystic style
f-ck this sh-t, killa …
koopsta the killa man robbed him and beat him
and dumped all his body parts into my trunk
25 years of my life time in the state pen
d-mn when i stay in that punk

[verse 3: mc mack]
motorola cellular phone
herringbone with the d around my neck
once again n-gg-s it’s the mack off in a polo set
bustas flaugin’ and fakin’ and traitin’
these n-gg-s must really don’t know the time
trick get out my f-ckin’ face and hoe go catch up with yo kind
sprayin’, layin’ lemons to the canvas once again it’s mc mack
i got the .380, i ain’t traitin’ or fakin’, chrome yawk to yo back
pull out my yawk on a busta -ss n-gg- who’s runnin’ his liquor
how you figure mack gon’ let you slip and slide
see west haven n-gg-s never pimpin’
chiefin’ blunts all night my n-gg-s stay high from them (?)
back slappin’ b-tches with a pistol
never ever will i keep a lemon lame
on my side i keep a tone in hand so i’m the man
mackin’ slappin’ shakin’ breakin’ b-tches for they f-ckin’ riches
hopped off in my green elantra f-izz-ame with them gold (?)
busta n-gg- run yo mouth and see just where yo body hang
poppin’ the gauge like you do (?)
my n-gg-s be knowin’ that yo punk–ss ain’t down
but now you’s a victim of the tone
so turn yo lemon lame -ss around
try me once my n-gg- and you die
lil’ dre with the hk, mac-10 on my hip
i c-cked it back (?) trick that’s runnin’ lip

- dj paul juicy j lyrics

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