D.J. Paul - Runnin' Lip lyrics

[Hook: Juicy J] 2x So n***a 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***as talkin' sh** So now you gonna witness the Mafia Three 6 [Verse 1: Scan Man] Criminal minded n***a mane These demons dwelling in my soul Crazy as this pimpin' But you n***as just didn't hear me though Devil Shyt is what I do, mane I just don't give a f** Trick (?) sh-izz-it mane them hoes can catch a f**in' slug Clickin' is the Scan Man I'm clickin' like a motherf**ing murder man Droppin' b**hes in my stash When you hear that Triple 6 nine blast Easily this pimp increase cause I have no L-O-V For a motherf**in' n***a claimin' Haven way (Scan let's get that b**h) n***a (?) these demons gonna make me f**ing click (?) robbing you n***as for riches to get my f**in' a** in If you don't want to be part of my ritual Trick don't make me f**ing mad Cause I will come with that redruM And sacrifice yo monkey a** Pimp sh**, k**a, the Scan Man breaking you n***as Off something mane proper When I creep up there's no stoppin' These n***as better watch out for the ritual k**as '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**ing (?) K-Rock my name, I like when you game We don't just rap but we shoot up them thangs Fall up into the damn ... smoke a blunt ... f**in' (?) ... with Triple 6 ... don't f** 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** this sh**, k**a ... Koopsta the k**a 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 Damn when I stay in that punk [Verse 3: MC Mack] Motorola cellular phone Herringbone with the D around my neck Once again n***as it's the Mack off in a polo set Bustas flaugin' and fakin' and traitin' These n***as must really don't know the time Trick get out my f**in' 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 a** n***a who's runnin' his liquor How you figure Mack gon' let you slip and slide See West Haven n***as never pimpin' Chiefin' blunts all night my n***as stay high from them (?) Back slappin' b**hes 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**hes for they f**in' riches Hopped off in my green Elantra f-izz-ame with them gold (?) Busta n***a run yo mouth and see just where yo body hang Poppin' the gauge like you do (?) My n***as be knowin' that yo punk-a** ain't down But now you's a victim of the tone So turn yo lemon lame a** around Try me once my n***a and you die Lil' Dre with the HK, Mac-10 on my hip I co*ked it back for the Rudy Poot trick that's runnin' lip [Hook: Juicy J] 2x So n***a 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***as talkin' sh** So now you gonna witness the Mafia Three 6