Runnin’ Lip lyrics

[Hook: Juicy J]
So n*gga, 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 n*ggas talkin' sh*t (sh*t)
So now you gonna witness the Mafia Three 6 (6)
So n*gga, 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 n*ggas talkin' sh*t (sh*t)
So now you gonna witness the Mafia Three 6 (6) 6 (6) 6

[Verse 1: Scan Man]
Criminal minded n*gga, mane, these demons dwelling in my soul
Crazy as this pimpin', but you n*ggas just didn't hear me though
Devil sh*t is what I do, mane, I just don't give a f*ck
Tr'izz'icks with that sh'izz'it, mane, them hoes can catch a f*ckin' slug
Clickin' is the Scan Man, I'm clickin' like a mothaf*ckin' murder man
Droppin' b*tches in my stash, when you hear that Triple 6 nine blast
Easily this pimp increase, 'cause I have no L-O-VE
For a mothaf*ckin' n*gga claimin' heavyweight
(Scan, let's get that b*tch)
n*ggas just pausin' the time of the tick
But these demons gonna make me f*ckin' click
Commence to like robbin' you n*ggas for riches to get my f*ckin' ass in
If you don't want to be part of my ritual
Trick, don't make me f*ckin' mad
'Cause I woke up with that redruM, and sacrifice yo' monkey ass
Pimp sh*t, killa, the Scan Man breakin' you n*ggas
Off somethin' like proper, when I creep up, there's no stoppin'
You n*ggas, 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 that type, pop out that grill
84 Beale Street, with trunks of that steel
Triple 6 Mafia, Gin and Juice, coughin' the straight from the four bums we smoked in the f*ckin' cut
K-Rock my name, I like my new gang
We don't just rap, but we shoot up them thangs
Fall up into the clan, pop it, and also man
Smoke a blunt, get up and scatter my f*ckin' gun
H'izz'igh with sn'izz'ow will leave ya with Triple 6
b*tches, don't f*ck with the J'izz'uicy J
Crank up the cl'izz'ick, mane
Get 'em a victim from both of the bullets, the hollow will spray
DJ Paul, Break Da Law, Triple 6, Mystic Stylez
f*ck this sh*t, Killa B, blood scattered on the kid
Koopsta, the Killa Man robbed him, and beat him, and dumped all his body parts into my trunk
25 years of my lifetime in the state pen
Damn, when I stang that punk

[Verse 3: MC Mack]
Motorolia cellular phone, herringbone, with the D around my neck
Once again n*ggas, it's the Mack off in a polo set
Bustas flaugin' and fakin', and traitin'
These n*ggas 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 ass n*gga who's runnin' his liquor
How you figure Mack gon' let you slip and slide
See West Haven n*ggas never pimpin'
Chiefin' blunts all night, my n*ggas stay high from them P
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 th'izz'ang with them gold McLeans
Busta n*gga, run yo' mouth, and see just where yo' body hang
Poppin' that game like you do, you betrayed
And my n*ggas be knowin' that yo' punk-ass ain't down
But now, you's a victim of the tone
So turn yo' lemon lame ass around
Try me once, my n*gga and you'll die
Lil' Dre with the SK, Mac-10 on my hip
I c*cked it back for the Rudy Poot trick that's runnin' lip
(Runnin' lip, runnin' lip, runnin' lip)
[Hook: Juicy J]
So n*gga, just step up if you know you got the nuts
'Fore my nine millimeter, so you can be bucked
Mane, we gettin' tired of these n*ggas talkin' sh*t
So now you gonna witness the Mafia Three 6
So n*gga, just step up if you know you got the nuts
'Fore my nine millimeter, so you can be bucked
Mane, we gettin' tired of these n*ggas talkin' sh*t
So now you gonna witness the Mafia Three 6