Lyrics Who Run It - Inspectah Deck, Streetlife, Hellfire

Who Run It

Yeah, it’s lit, yo Dan
This beat sound like niggas want some money and somethin', man, fo' real
Hellfire, Inspectah Deck, Streetlife
(runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin')
Let’s talk facts, niggas know that my gun’ll blow
Eliminate any question of «Who run the show?»
So when its time to go to war, Hell unleash the violence
It gets fatal like a case of the Zika virus
The book is closing, no time for new members here
We gettin' paper, sellin' well 'cross the hemisphere
The bottle is pourin', model’s is whorin'
All the vehicle be top, be exotic and foreign
If a nigga try to flex then his body is fallin'
His last place to breath be inside of a coffin
Every day I plot ways of how to get to this bag
Hit the plug for ten bricks and that we split them in half
See real niggas shouldn’t respond with sneak disses
My fifth letter ring in your mouth like freak bitches
(runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin')
No matter how you roll the dice, you know the soldier nice
Flow sharp, you would think it was a Logan slice
Grab bae, hold 'em, tight while I blow the site
Like, hit a niggaquicker than a cobra strike strike
Yeah, you know the price, this shit’ll cost ya, we own the night
Shittin' on you orifice, niggas wanna sequel when the bus is rollin'
ODB, nigga, please, you must be trollin'
I adjust to no one, only fams within arms reach
Violation of my fam, that’s when the arms reach
Why they hatin'?
'Cause we takin'
Takin' mad trips to foreign lands
They ain’t even on vacation
Whole scenery change, new greenery, strange
Couple mamis and bikinis to flame
Only MV I fuck with, jeeps are stridden
It’s gold time, no time for the foolishness
Who run it
We run it
Rebel I engage the call all morning
Pull up curbside on your block, who on it?
Hop out, guns drawn, nigga, you runnin'?
Nobody move, or catch tubes to your stomach
While you talk about what you gonna do, we done it
This is nothing new to me, it’s getting redundant (runnin')
Who run it?
You run from it, America’s Most Wanted
Still gunnin', I stayed flooded
Streetlife, I spray hell’s fire, I’m a known Arson
I got mad priers, call niggas out like umpires
You’s a damn liar, you didn’t shoot, it was a misfire
We run these streets like car tires
You just squire in your own empire, you’s a dick rider
(runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin')
The Wu-Tang were naturally enraged and they challenged Shaolin but all the
other temples, they mediated.
Our chief, Abbot, as a gesture of peace had to
withdraw Shaolin.
So Wu-Tang took
Shaolin’s place.
And after that, they became number one.
(number one,
number one)