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Who Run It

Three 6 Mafia

When the Smoke Clears

2000

the nazi cops, tossin' out the bags of herb
Ain't afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to make you feel
If you want to punk me out, pop these niggas in

Let the miraculous sing, all of these thoughts in my brain are just lazily loading
My mind-blowing, exploding, no element of shock
Bottles you coping,

Can I speak on how I feel y'all?
Let my heart do the talking
Listen up princess

I wake up in the morning
Take a knee and thank God
Then go

heartbeat for the knot on my chest
I remember rocking a nautica vest 
With my headphones on 
The song playing was tribe called quest 
Q-tip in my ear made it

to get up on my Pac tip (Thug life)
It's me against the world 
I'm Dr. Dre on that chronic 
More alike Lucas and Don q
Instead of Logic
On the low 
I used

for your amusement
Stuck in your ears pull back the Q tip
Stuck in my ways deeply rooted
Keep your two cents my money got that new scent
Paw print for

of the greats
I'm praying to Q-tip
He taught me my ways
Talking all that
Get the fuck out my face

Fuck around and find out
Fuck around and find out
Step up in

no I won't lose it
Glock shots hit him in the ear, that ain't no Q-Tip (Nah)
Knocked him out with the right, he was so clueless
In that whip, this

that's ear-milk here's a Q-tip
Don't let your man hear this
He might cut his wrists, I'm serious
Start crying when he look in the mirror
Life's over,

Riding on a cloud, I'm flying way up to a higher calling
Riding on a high I'm all in no more waiting I've been stalling
Rising to the occasion
That's

is a Syrus? I'm Dee Tarantino 
I back out the Q-Tip when I catch the deep throat
Oh you so Nasty I'm calling you Rico 
Committing some arson but it's

Q-Tip in to calm ya fears
Hooked on dying to rise and die again
Through the red blinds there's mortal man
The lowly wiz repenting for his sins
Kneeling

Then I'm with ya
If you ain't  q
Then it fuck ya

Don't ask me why 
Homie stop it 
Hit em 113s 
Bout that time 
to get stocky 

Wise thoughts 
Like I'm

Miss Molly
Got me feeling like a tank

I am
I ain't
A savior nor a saint
I party all night

And go hard
In the paint
Who you think you ridin with
I been

I caught you all by surprise
I’m not like none of you guys
The baddest bitch on my side
Fuck your words I don’t need em
What you know about freedom

Yeah, I've been working really hard to get a bag for ya
It ain't no Birkin bag, but I stash for ya
I've been saving my tips all in cash, hold up
Let

what I want
She a freak just like her mom
She can get it any time any day
Cus baby we got nothing in the way
We can get us poppin have it made
All we

swear that I'm the owner
TRB, we in the 'Rari, y'all bitch niggas in Toyotas

The fuck he talkin' 'bout? He wanna talk it out
Brodie got shot, a nigga

Watch for me by moonlight; 
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way! 

She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held

no problem running circles round ya

Verse 1: lil niggaz looking all nervous now already ya ready to ring the bell in the 1st round, punt fake the play

like I was a pool stick
Diss on the net in real life he a Buddhist
Zack moving wax and I ain't talking q tips
Don't start with my n cause they moving

To make people realize
It's me and my tribe
Could of swore it was Q-Tip and Phife
But it's Chrisky and Notey
TheWayOfSiaki that's what I'm reppin
Any

kites (yeah)
Tip-toeing on a tower of temptation, I ain't scared of heights
And if you fall in love once, you can fall in love twice
I put this girl

fears
Feel like they my sponsors
They in concert gave me
Conscience, made me conquer, made me bonkers
Made be ponder how to part with all
The shit that