🎵 Runnin’ Lip (Talking Shizit) // by DJ Paul

10 ContributorsRunnin’ Lip (Talking Shizit) Lyrics [Chorus: Juicy J] So nigga, just step up if you know you got the nuts (Nuts) For my nine millimeter, so you can be bucked (Bucked) Mane, we gettin' tired of these niggas talkin' shit (Shit) So now you gonna witness the Mafia Three 6 (Six) So nigga, just step up if you know you got the nuts For my nine millimeter, so you can be bucked (Bucked) Mane, we gettin' tired of these niggas talkin' shit (Shit) So now you gonna witness the Mafia Three Six (Six), Six (Six), Six [Verse 1: Scan Man] Criminal-minded nigga, mane, these demons dwellin' in my soul Crazy as this pimpin', but you niggas just didn't hear me, though Devil shit is what I do, mane, I just don't give a fuck Trizzicks with that shizzit, mane, them hoes can catch a fuckin' slug Clickin', it's the Scan Man, I'm clickin' like a motherfuckin' murder, man Droppin' bitches in my stash, when you hear that Triple Six nine blast Easily this pimp increase, 'cause I have no L-O-V-E for a motherfuckin' nigga claimin' heavyweight, Scan, let's get that bitch Niggas just pausin' the time of the tick, but these demons gonna make me fuckin' click Commence to like robbin' you niggas for riches to get my fuckin' ass in If you don't want to be part of my ritual, trick, don't make me fuckin' mad 'Cause I woke up with that redruM, and sacrifice your monkey ass Pimp shit, killer, the Scan Man breakin' you niggas off somethin' Like proper, when I creep, bitch, there's no stoppin' You niggas Better watch out for the ritual killas, 'fore we get ya' We'll leave ya' to die As we chant them Satan lullabies [Verse 2: K-Rock] Juicy stay tight, pop out that grill 84 Beale Street with trunks of that steel Triple Six Mafia, Gin and Juice, coughin' the straight from the four bums We smoked in the fuckin' cut K-Rock, my name, I like my new game We don't just rap, but we shoot up them thangs Fall up into the clan, pop it, and also, mayne, smoke a blunt Get up and scatter my fuckin' gun Hizzigh with snizzow will leave you with Triple Six, bizzitch, don't fuck with the Jizzuicy J Crank up the clizzick, mayne, get 'em a victim from both of the bullets, the hollow will spray DJ Paul, Break Da Law, Triple 6 Mystic Stylez, fuck this shit, Killa B, blood scattered on the kid Koopsta, the killer man, robbed him and beat him and dumped all his body parts into my trunk Twenty-five years of my lifetime in the state pen, damn, when I stang that punk [Verse 3: M.C. Mack] Motorolia cellular phone, Herringbone with the D around my neck Once again, niggas, it's the Mack off in a polo set Busters flaugin' and fakin', and traitin', these niggas must really don't know the time Trick, get out my fuckin' face, and hoe, go catch up with your kind Sprayin', layin' lemons to the canvas, once again, it's M.C. Mack I got the .380, I ain't traitin' or fakin', chrome yalk to your back Pull out my yalk on a buster-ass nigga, who's runnin' his liquor, how you figure Mack gon' let you slip and slide? See, Resthaven niggas never pimpin', chiefin' blunts all night My niggas stay high from them P, back slappin' bitches 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' bitches for they fuckin' riches, hopped off in my green Elantra thizzang With them gold McLeans, buster nigga, run your mouth and see just where your body hang Poppin' that game like you do, you betrayed, and my niggas be knowin' that your punk-ass ain't down But now, you's a victim of the tone, so turn your lemon lame ass around Try me once, my nigga, and you'll die, Lil' Dre with the SK, MAC-10 on my hip I cocked it back for the rootie poot trick that's runnin' lip (Runnin' lip, runnin' lip, runnin' lip, runnin' lip) [Chorus: Juicy J] So nigga, just step up if you know you got the nuts For my nine millimeter, so you can be bucked Mayne, we gettin' tired of these niggas talkin' shit So now you gonna witness the Mafia Three 6 So nigga, just step up if you know you got the nuts For my nine millimeter, so you can be bucked Mayne, we gettin' tired of these niggas talkin' shit So now you gonna witness the Mafia Three 6